Manny crouched carefully, palms open, murmuring reassurance into the cold air. The dog growled again, then let out a trembling whine, torn between fear and desperation.
Rain clung to its matted fur, dripping softly onto the pavement.
The girl didn’t respond when Manny called to her. No flinch. No sound. Only a faint twitch of her fingers.
Her lips were blue.
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She wasn’t asleep.
She was slipping away.