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“No, Chelsea. Don’t,” Willow

pleads, tugging on her cuffs. Fear

paralyzes me at the thought of what she

will do with my daughter. Willow says

something, but it's an echo so far away I

wonder if she said anything at all. Tears

fall down her cheeks like a waterfall.

Chelsea’s hands wrap around my

neck. I can’t think anymore. I can’t

breathe. All I feel is the metal, all I see

is the fear in my child’s gaze. I close my