And right there, dripping wet, holding my shivering daughter, I made a decision. Their world was going to break, not mine. This time, I wasn’t surviving them. I was going to end their access to us. And they wouldn’t see it coming.

I called 911 before I could think twice. My hands were still shaking, and Haley was coughing under her breath, foam at the corner of her mouth. Paramedics arrived in minutes that felt like an hour. They were gentle, professional, cutting away Haley’s soaked clothes, wrapping her in blankets, and telling me to come with them to the ER for observation.