Yara

When Beta Kier raced into the hospital carrying a bloody and unconscious Kennedy, my heart tightened. This is the second time my daughters’ lives have been at risk. Only this time, there is no one else to save her but me.

“Bring her in here,” I tell him, rushing into one of the surgery rooms. Now that she’s gotten more supplies, I feel confident that I have what I need to treat anyone who walks through those doors.

“Tell me what happened,” I say as I begin looking her over. ...