How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Beyond the Sudsy Haze
The wet driveway, a treacherous path of soapy suds, separated John from his petrified daughter. Lily’s frantic screams echoed in his ears, each one a shard of fear piercing his heart. Through a haze of suds, he squinted, desperately trying to decipher the source of her terror.
Lily’s eyes darted left and right. A surge of adrenaline, fueled by a primal urge to protect his child, coursed through him. The threat, whatever it was, wouldn’t dare touch his daughter. In his desperate haste, John lunged forward, one foot landing on the slick surface. The world tilted beneath him in a sickening slide.
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