I can see people moving....chairs scraping down, bodies jerking back, someone knocking into a table.....but it all feels distant. Like I’m watching it from far away as my eyes stay locked on her, she’s not moving mot even a little. Something in my chest tightens painfully
No. No, no, no.....
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m out of my seat,my knees hitting the floor hard but I barely feel it as i crawl the short distance toward her, my hands slipping slightly on the mess of melted ice cream m and water on the tiles.
"Hey...hey hey ..." my voice comes out shaky and breathless. J don’t even know what I’m saying or doing, I just... need her to move, need her to react.
I reach her and grab her shoulder, turning her slightly but head lolls.
Everything about it is jus wrong. My stomach flips violently when I realize she might be dead already.
"No..." I whisper, my hands trembling now.
I lean down, pressing my ear against her chest, I hold my breath for a second Waiting, listening...hoping.
Nothing... no heartbeat, no movement....nothing.
She’s gone.
The realization hits me like a punch to the chest, my breathing stuttering.
And then, faintly, through the ringing in my ears..... I hear high-pitched screamin.
I lift my head to see it’s the two kids, the ones I saw earlier when entering the shop. They’re huddled near the corner, clutching each other, crying so hard their bodies are shaking.
Something in me snaps at the sight, I don’t thin much neither do I hesitate.....i just move.
I push myself off the floor and start crawling toward them, my palms scraping against the tiles as I go.
"Elaine....." Aaron’s voice cuts through the noise behind me as strong hands grab my arm, trying to pull me back.
"What are you doing....."
Another shot rings out, louder tthis time and closer. The sound tears through the room and the screaming gets worse as people are dropping lower, scrambling, knocking things over in their panic and screaming for some to call the police.
My heart slams hard against my ribs as I yank my arm out of Aaron’s grip.
"Let go of me!"
I.....I need to reach the kids, I need to help them, I can’t let anything happen to them...they are just kids.... I have to help rhem.....I don’t even look back, I just keep moving faster n now, my knees slamming against the floor as I reach the kids. They are crying uncontrollably, their faces wet, hands gripping each other so tight their knuckles are white.
"Hey...hey...:::" I say quickly, my voice shaking but firm enough to cut through their panic.
"It’s okay, I’ve got you...come here." I say as I grab the edge of a table that’s been knocked halfway over and shove it fully onto its side, creating a barrier.
"Get behind this," I tell them, pulling them gently but urgently. Rhey don’t argue as they scramble behind it immediately, still sobbing.
"Stay low," I say, crouching in front of them.
"Don’t come out. No matter what, okay?"
They nod quickly, too scared to speak.
"Where’s your mommy..... are you here alone?."
The smallest one’s lips wobbles a little like he’s struggling to answer me.
"No our m....mom brought us here. Sh.....she went into the bathroom." The older one answers me.
Another loud bang echoes through the shop and I flinch my chest tightening again.
But I stay where I am...i can’t leave them.
I just can’t..


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