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“Stay with me,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her older daughter’s face. “Just breathe. I’m right here.”
The breathing wasn’t improving.
If anything, it was getting worse.
Fear.
Emma scanned the area quickly, her senses heightened, searching for anything that might explain what was happening. Nothing stood out immediately. The park looked the same as it had just minutes ago — peaceful, harmless, ordinary.