Amber’s parents arrived at hospital expecting a tired, sore little girl and a night on the ward, not a life torn in two. They trusted the system, but still tried to push back: warning about her cyclical vomiting syndrome, asking for her to stay in, phoning in panic when she started vomiting again. Each time, their instincts screamed; each time, medical reassurance won out. When an infection silently eroded an artery in her throat, there was no second chance to insist, no way to rewind those decisions. Now, Sereta and Lewis live with a brutal truth: they did everything loving parents do, and it still wasn’t enough to save her. In their grief, they offer the only thing they have left to give – Amber’s story – as a shield for other children. They beg parents to remember her name, ask one more question, and never apologise for speaking up.
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