FOR ORLA: A MOTHER'S REVENGE

ene was like something out of a nightmare, a grotesque, unrecognizable version of reality. Her once vibrant, energetic child was now motionless, barely breathing, her tiny form drenched in bloo

ore her remained unchanged-Orla, her precious daughter, covered in blood. A sickening realization surged through her, making the air feel thick and suffocating. There was a gash on the side of Orla's he

of fear and disbelief. She didn't want to believe it. How could this happen? Her wor

her. The sight of her child, sprawled out on the road, her blood mingling with the earth beneath her, shattered what was left of her co

d was firm on her arm, holding her in place, but Liora barely felt it. She was numb, her body reacting instinctivel

th disbelief. "Please... let me go to her. Please...

s. Without thinking, Liora tore her arm away and pushed forward, moving towards her daughter. Another officer tr

shook as she touched her daughter's cold skin. Tears blurred her vision further as

ight of a mother's desperate love. "Oh, baby... Daddy made your favorite food. We'll go home,

st tightened, and a sob wracked her body, shaking her from the inside out. She couldn't breathe, coul

wift movements marking the urgency of the situation. One of them knelt beside her and gently placed a hand on he

idn't let go. Not even for a second. The weight of Orla in her arms was both comforting and terrifyin

against her daughter's pale skin. The warmth, so faint and fleeting, made her he

th each prayer. She didn't know if Orla could hear her, but she had to believe she

slipping away with every passing second. The fluorescent lights of the hospital were blinding when they finally arrived, and Liora was ushered

gery, leaving Liora standing in the

nd she fumbled to pull it out, her

cracked with panic, a dee

layed the events. She told him everything-how she had found Orla, the blood

, but they felt hollow against the rawness of Liora's heart. He had no idea what

She paced the hallway, each step an echo of her growing dread. What if it was too late? What if the doctors couldn't save her daughter? The questions sp

opened, Liora's heart leaped in her chest.

is voice was clinical, detach

ke out. Alaric, now by he

raced, searching for any sign of good news. But when

voice grave. "We've stabilized her for now, but she's lost a si

th knell. The air in the room seemed to go