How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Call of Distress
The calm businesswoman, the one who navigated boardrooms with steely resolve, vanished in an instant. In her place stood a mother in the throes of fight-or-flight. “Lily, stay calm, honey! Where is Daddy?” Isabella’s voice, usually measured and controlled, crackled with raw panic.
Her mind was focused on calming her daughter while her body was a blur of frantic motion. Purse snatched, keys jingling, a jumble of essentials tossed into a canvas bag—all powered by a primal urge to reach her family. As she raced out the door, the phone remained glued to her ear, a lifeline to her terrified child.
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