How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Clock Ticks in Silence
The sterile white walls of the waiting room felt colder than the winter wind. Isabella paced back and forth, each footstep echoing in the unnatural silence. Lily sat beside her, clutching a teddy bear tightly. Her large, brown eyes held a mix of fear and confusion that mirrored Isabella’s turmoil.
“Mommy, when will Daddy wake up?” she whispered, her voice barely above a squeak. Isabella knelt and hugged her daughter close. “He’s getting some rest, sweetie,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Words of comfort spilled from her lips, each one a desperate attempt to soothe both Lily and the gnawing fear in her own heart.
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