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\u2014 Mister, what does \u201cdie\u201d mean?<\/p>\n
The officer went cold.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Where do you live? \u2014 he asked, trying to stay calm.<\/p>\n
The girl stretched out her arm and pointed to the house at the end of the street. A normal-looking house with a front garden. Quiet, tidy, curtains drawn.<\/p>\n
The sergeant went inside. The door was slightly open.<\/p>\n
He only took a few steps \u2014 and froze.<\/p>\n
On the living room floor lay a woman. Her face pale, no breath, no pulse. Everything was clear, even without words.<\/p>\n
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It was later discovered: the girl\u2019s father, in a fit of rage, had killed his wife. Hearing the scream, the girl ran to the bedroom door \u2014 but didn\u2019t enter. Then a voice \u2014 her father\u2019s \u2014 through the panic and horror, whispered:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Go. Run now.<\/p>\n
He tried to spare her from what he had done. But he didn\u2019t know she would feel it anyway.<\/p>\n
She left. Alone. In her white dress. Onto the street \u2014 toward strangers, so someone would hear her.<\/p>\n
And she survived. From her own father, who was supposed to be her greatest protector.<\/p>\n