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The day began with the usual warmth of a late summer afternoon, the kind that makes the air smell of sunbaked grass and fresh bread from the nearby bakery. Kids’ laughter echoed across the park as adults mingled, plates in hand, voices blending with the gentle lapping of Lake Bennett’s waters. It should have been ordinary. Peaceful. Safe. I never could have imagined that within the span of mere minutes, my world would fracture, leaving me gasping in cold, unforgiving water, desperate to save my daughter’s life.
