消防士の選択

When the fire trapped my daughter and his childhood dog, my firefighter husband chose to save the dog first.He listened to Chloe's tears, not our 3-year-old's cries for Daddy.I watched Lily's tiny hand disappear into flames.Later, Chloe whispered, "Stop struggling—he'll never believe you."She was right.Until police called about Lily's death certificate.

Until he overheard her laughing: "I set that fire.Locked the girl's door.Now Ethan's mine."The truth came too late.Some choices burn everything down.