Emma sat on the floor. Yara's room. Surrounded by clothes. Small clothes. Child clothes. Baby clothes.

She held Yara's favorite shirt. Pink. Worn. Soft from washing. Pressed it to her face. Inhaled. Deep. Desperate. Drowning.

The smell. Still there. Faint. Fading. But there. Yara's smell. Baby shampoo. Innocence. Life.

A sob tore out. Raw. Animal. Mother missing child sound.

She grabbed another piece. Sophia's sweater. Purple. Paint ...