A few hours later, the doctor came out to see me.
He spoke calmly, but his eyes made everything clear without words. A fractured skull, a ruptured spleen, multiple fractures, severe brain damage. Laura had fallen into a coma. The Glasgow Coma Scale was the lowest.
I asked if there was a chance. The doctor honestly answered that even if she survived, the old Laura might never exist again.
I entered the intensive care unit. The machines were quietly beeping. White walls, cold light. My little girl lay motionless, with a tube in her mouth and wires on her chest.
I sat down next to her and took her hand. It was cold.
There was only one thought in my head. At that moment, Daniel was most likely asleep in his house. His mother was drinking tea and feeling justified.
They slept peacefully. While my daughter fought for her life.
I gripped the armrest of the chair so hard that it cracked under my hand.
And then I realized it wasn’t over. That these people had to answer for everything 😲😢
I didn’t go to their house and start a scene. I didn’t even bother with the police, because the law is always on the side of the rich.
I passed on the CCTV footage from the bus stop to a blogger I knew. He has over a hundred thousand subscribers. He posted the video without further comment.
