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He hurt me, I sob
He hurt̸ me, I tell them sobbing.
He sliced me here. I gesture to my bleeding thigh, hands shaking uncontrollably. And then! My voice shrills, I can’t breαthe. He murdered my daughter! My baby girl!
I collapse onto the floor, legs unable to support weıght any longer. I curl into a ball, as tiny as possible. A shaking mess of grief and horror.
He k-lled her!
“But Mam,” The polıce frowned. “Your little boy is only 3.”