Racheal tossed and turned in her sleep, her dreams plagued by shadows and fleeting images she couldn't quite grasp.
And then she saw him—Jamal—standing far ahead, just beyond her reach. His body was small and fragile, his face pale, his eyes hollow with terror.
Blood smeared across his skin, dripping slowly from a gash on his forehead. He looked at her, his lips trembling, his eyes pleading.
“Mom… They are matreating me. Please come to my rescue mum. I'm getting tired. I wanna die. Please save me mum please!. ” His voice was barely a whisper, a broken plea that shattered Racheal’s heart.
“Jamal!” She tried to scream, but her voice choked in her throat. She struggled forward, but her legs felt like lead, her feet sinking deeper into the earth. He needed her—her baby needed her—and she
