How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Witness to Her Father’s Fall
With John’s vision spinning, all attempts to regain his balance slipped out of his grasp. A jolt of pain ripped through him, momentarily eclipsed by the horrifying spectacle unfolding before his eyes. Soap suds, once symbols of a carefree afternoon, now bloomed crimson, painting a grotesque picture on the wet pavement.
The playful scene had evaporated, replaced by a tableau of raw terror. Lily, witness to the entire scene, stood rooted to the spot. Her screams had died in her throat, replaced by a stunned silence more chilling than any cry. The weight of realization settled upon her like a suffocating fog—the ideal day had shattered.
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