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    Brenna and Ethan slipped out to get more details from the doctor.


    Elsa followed close behind.


    Inside the room, M edged to Emmie’s bed, staring at the fragile child. Regret tore through her. She would have traded ces with her in an instant.


    The doctor’s verdict echoed in her head: no hope for recovery. Raising a child in this state felt unbearable. The thought of death almost seemed kinder.


    M scooped Emmie into her arms and walked toward the window. She unlocked it, climbed up onto a nearby stool, and then, without hesitation, jumped.


    Neither Kenny nor Rosanna realized what was happening until it was already toote. M and Emmie were gone.


    The terrible sound of their bodies hitting the pavement echoed up from the street below—a heavy thud followed by the sickening sight of blood sttering across the ground.


    “Mom!”


    “Emmie!”


    Kenny and Rosanna stared in horror. The two figures below hadnded headfirst.


    Shock crashed over them like a tidal wave. Their knees nearly buckled as they ran for the stairwell, panic driving them down floor after floor.


    Seven stories separated them from the street below. No one could survive a fall like that. The realization left them numb with dread.


    Chaos erupted in the hospital. A nurse burst into the neurosurgery office, eyes wide with fear. “Someone jumped! I think from the seventh floor!”


    Ethan and Brenna felt their hearts clench, a terrible premonition gripping them.


    Elsa, hands trembling, clutched at the nurse’s arm, her voice barely steady. “Who was it? Tell me, who jumped?”


    “An elderly woman jumped with a little girl who had just been admitted,” the nurse replied, still breathless.


    It was Emmie.


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    A wave of dizziness washed over Elsa. Her vision blurred, the world tilting until she fainted.


    Ethan and Brenna caught her just in time. Ethan’s voice was frantic. “Mom, are you alright?”


    Brenna kept herposure. “You go check on Emmie. I will take care of your mother.”


    Ethan managed a brief nod. “Thank you.”


    He sprinted to the patient room. The open window let in a cold breeze. He leaned out, horror gripping him as he saw the two bodies sprawled below, surrounded by a growing pool of blood. Despair washed over him.


    He flew down the stairs. By the time he reached the ground, Rosanna was already there, copsed over the broken bodies, her cries echoing in the air.


    A team of doctors and nurses gathered around. One of the physicians knelt beside the motionless forms, checked for any sign of life, then looked up and shook his head gravely.


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