CLAIRE “W-Where is my child?” I struggled to ask Bea when I found out what happened. It felt like my world had crumbled upon hearing the news—nothing bad could happen to my child. It just couldn’t! “Come, follow me,” she said, running toward an unknown direction. We followed her without a word, none of us speaking. “Why is it closed?!” I demanded, banging on the door as soon as we arrived. “C-Claire, we can’t go inside,” Bea replied, but I shook my head in refusal. “N-No! No, I need to see my child’s condition!” I felt someone embrace me from behind. “Life, please, stop. Zoey will be okay,” Zekiel pleaded, but I struggled against him. I refused—I couldn’t accept not being allowed inside. “P-Please, let me in! I need to go in!” Tears streamed down my face from the pain I felt. I had only left my child for a moment, and now she was in the OR. “M-My Life, please calm down,” Zekiel said, turning me to face him. “Calm down?! How can I calm down when my child is in there f
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