Part 1: The Moment My Daughter Asked Me to Hide

From the floor, all I could see were shoes.

Then Linda’s voice filled the room, calm and controlled.

“Doctor,” she said, “she should be ready now.”

My heart pounded so violently I was sure they could hear it. Dust clung to my palms. I pressed my cheek to the cold tile, barely daring to breathe.

Emily stood beside the bed, rigid and silent.

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