Clara's heart sunk into her stomach as soon as she heard the voice of the little girl. Her fears for sure had been confirmed, but she wasn't too sure if she could face the reality.
Would the little one survive?
Clara stretched and leaned closer to the door, her eyes simultaneously scanning the broken and cracked walls of the door to find any part of it open.
"Hello, hello little one, can you hear me?" Clara called very gently, her voice as calm as the surface of the evening sea.
"Mama?" the little girl called again. Her voice seemed to be fading as her second call was far slower and more tiring than the first.
Clara had to comfort her.
"Can you hear me? I'm here to help you. Hold on please."
The little girl's voice came again, "mama, help me out. It's painful."
Clara's heart becam
