My Daughter Was Trapped in a Fire, and I Refused to Send Help

Summary

My daughter was trapped in the fire, but I calmly lit a cigarette.

Listening to the screams from inside, my wife and her parents were wailing, kneeling in front of me, but I didn't flinch.

"Honey, please, I'm begging you, save Lily!"

My wife, Sarah, tears streaming down her face, banged her head on the pavement, quickly drawing blood.

Another colleague also off-duty, Jake, kept urging me:

"Captain, you're the most experienced. If you don't go, what happens to the kid?"

The crowd stared at me like I was a lunatic, shouting accusations.