Chapter 4 - The Little Girl Hugs Her Trembling Mother
Little Lily stood frozen by the grand marble pillar, her lavender purple pajamas soaked through with nervous sweat and tears.
Hearing her mother's weak voice cut through the party noise, the four-year-old broke into a desperate run.
She scrambled past the towering, expensive leather shoes of the indifferent guests without a single ounce of hesitation.
“Mommy! Mommy, are you okay? Please wake up!” Lily cried out with heartbreaking, innocent terror in her voice.
She threw her small arms around her mother’s shivering neck, burying her face into the damp fabric of the navy uniform.
The mother wrapped her shaking arms around her daughter, pulling the child close against her chest for warmth and comfort.
Tears mixed with pool water streamed down the mother’s bruised and battered cheeks as she kissed the top of Lily's head.
“I'm right here, sweetie... mommy is right here, don't be scared anymore,” she whispered soothingly.
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The onlookers watched the emotional reunion with cold, mocking detachment, sipping champagne from crystal flutes.
Not a single wealthy guest offered a towel, a blanket, or a single word of genuine human comfort.
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