Scott Sherwood's voice was hoarse, almost roaring. The thought of his daughter being sent away for experiments, enduring unimaginable, inhumane agony from a young age, felt like a giant hand viciously squeezing his heart. The pain tore him apart, leaving him gasping for breath.
Bethany Lewis was already weeping uncontrollably. Burying her face in her husband's chest, she murmured softly, "My daughter, my little girl..."
Every day, she had prayed for her daughter to be happy and healthy, often daydreaming about their joyful reunion. She never expected her child to have suffered so much. Her little girl must resent them. As parents, they had failed to protect her. Instead of sheltering her from the storms, they had left her trapped in fear and despair.
"We failed her. She'll never forgive us..." Bethany cried so hard she nearly fainted.
