could not escape through the window.
I hugged my baby; his body slowly went cold. I tried to open the door feebly. My nails broke, and my fingers were bloodied from all the scratching against the door.
A sudden pang of pain hit me in my abdomen, and I fell to the ground. I felt blood constantly flowing from my lower body as I gradually lost consciousness.
My soul detached from my body. I reached out toward my son, but my hands just went through his dead body.
I was overwhelmed with grief, and I trembled so violently that my soul dissipated into pieces.
When all the pieces of my soul were reattached, I found myself standing next to Jack.
