The pitch of the scream was enough to turn her heart to ice.
She flew down the stairs, feeling her centre of gravity threatening to spill over with each step, fleeting images of her body tumbling to the ground shattering her thoughts.
Running into the kitchen, she saw her daughter sat on the cold tiles, cradling her favourite toy rabbit in her hands.
She held her hands up. “He pulled Bluey’s ear off!”
As relief extinguished her adrenaline like water poured on a fire, she crouched down and cradled her daughter’s face in her hands.
“It’s ok. I’ll fix her.”
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