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Dame’s hands shake as he scrambles to reach Malia while the children’s cries grow louder in the small suffocating room, and his heart races with panic as he kneels beside her, feeling for her pulse.
Relief washes over him when he detects a faint but steady beat beneath his trembling fingers. With his head spinning and the children’s cries still piercing through the chaos, Dame fumbles for his phone, his fingers clumsy as he dials emergency services. His words spill out in a frantic rush as he explains the situation, his voice pleading for help to arrive swiftly.
Once he’s done with the call, he gathers the children into his arms, their full diapers a painful reminder of the long hours they’ve endured alone, and he curses himself f
