A Close Call: Rescuing My Daughter

Summary

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help.

The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time.

By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms.

In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other.

Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife.