Emily rushed to her mother’s side, kneeling down and shaking her gently. “Mommy, wake up. I brought help,” she said, her voice a mixture of hope and fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up at the officers, silently pleading for a miracle.

Daniel immediately crouched beside the woman, checking her pulse. It was weak, but there—a small flicker of life that offered a glimmer of hope. “Call for an ambulance, Linda. We need medical assistance, stat!” he barked, his years of training kicking in as he assessed the situation.