“I can’t believe it. Why us? Why us?! Why? Why?!” she wailed as fiery tears of desperation poured out of her quivering, bloodshot eyes.

Her wail was loud, shrill and painful. It was primeval. I felt that the acid from her tears would kill her.

The desperation in her voice was physical. It created a wall, layer by layer. I felt I had to make a foothold before I lost her completely. But I didn’t know what to do. I was lost. She was desperate, hysterical and manic, all rolled into one.

I prayed.

It was the least I could do.

As it turned out, it was the most I could do.

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