She nodded. Their daughter — their bright and lively daughter — was dwarfed by the crisp white linens and blankets. Her little body barely covered even a quarter of the bed, so unlike her small cot at home. This bed was meant for elderly or gruesomely injured adults, not children. Never children.

"I tried to keep her safe, Ben. I tried, I'm so sorry I couldn't. The wall - I didn't see it collapsing until it was already falling." Melody tried to explain, her voice breaking as did. "I couldn't get us out either, when I tried to the rubble all shifted more. I couldn't - I'm so sorry."

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