How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Desperate Plea for Answers
A doctor, his face etched with a grimness that mirrored Isabella’s growing dread, stopped before them. “Mrs. Garcia?” His voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the rhythmic beeping of nearby machines. Isabella rose, her legs shaky but her gaze unwavering. The doctor’s expression confirmed her worst fears. This wasn’t a minor bump on the head.
“We’re running tests on your husband,” he explained, his words carefully chosen. “But we need some information about what happened before he fell.” Isabella knelt beside Lily, her voice trembling as she addressed her daughter. “Honey, can you tell me why Daddy fell?” But Lily’s mind was clouded, yielding no result.
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