I look back at her dad. He stares at his daughter, trying to will her to breathe even though he knows by now he has no power over any of this. But try he does. I see it in his face. He has not been drained all the way—not yet, at least. Life is drilling him full of holes as fast as it can, adding another big one today. I see he does not shy away from the horror like most. He is going to fight this to the bitter end, no matter the cost to himself, his sanity, or his soul.
