[His throat feels dry. He swallows, as if that will help. The thud of his heart beats against his chest, time and time again, as if to remind himself that he's alive, his kids are not.]
[His still-shaking hand moves to self-consciously run through his hair, uncertain whether to approach, uncertain about anything. It hurts, like an open wound.]
Something is...wrong here. I...I saw something. I assume, you did...you saw...
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[His throat feels dry. He swallows, as if that will help. The thud of his heart beats against his chest, time and time again, as if to remind himself that he's alive, his kids are not.]
[His still-shaking hand moves to self-consciously run through his hair, uncertain whether to approach, uncertain about anything. It hurts, like an open wound.]
Something is...wrong here. I...I saw something. I assume, you did...you saw...
[Her.]