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“You did the right thing coming to the door. I’m going to help you, all right? I’m staying right here.”
She didn’t let go of my jacket when I walked inside.
Her mom was on the living room floor, half turned, eyes fixed on nothing.
I knew in one second this wasn’t a fainting thing or a quick splash-some-water situation.
“Rosie, look at me,” I said fast, turning her face into my shoulder so she wouldn’t have to see her mom like that.
“Just look at me, okay? You did so good.”
A woman from next door stood in the doorway, phone pressed to her ear, face pale and stiff.
“I called 911,” she said. “They’re coming.”
“Thank you,” I managed, though my throat felt like sand.
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