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People rushed in from every direction.
“My daughter is in there,” I said. “She’s five.”
“I know,” Kara whispered shakily. “We need space.”
Watching the doors swing open and shut.
Watching chaos swallow my child while nobody would let me near her.
His badge read Dr. Patel.
“I’m so sorry,” he said carefully. “We did everything we could.”
After that, everything became blurred and unreal.
The funeral happened because Daniel handled it.
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