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She screamed at my daughter for breaking a cup, then locked her barefoot on the freezing balcony. When I got home from work and saw her curled up outside, I thought she was already gone. The cup shattered on the kitchen tile like a gunshot. “I told you not to touch that!” Vanessa shrieked. Five-year-old Lily froze, her tiny hands trembling above the broken ceramic. Her cheeks were already wet, her eyes wide and terrified. Vanessa stormed across the room. “Do you know how much that cost? Do you think this is a game?” She was still in her housecoat, hair tied in a messy bun, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other. The apartment smelled like stale coffee and cold air from the cracked window. “I’m sorry,” Lily whispered. “I just wanted to help wash—” “Shut up!” Vanessa snapped. “You’re always in the way. Always messing things up. I can’t even breathe with you around!” Lily backed away, sniffing. Her socks slipped on the floor as Vanessa grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. “You want to touch things? Go outside and freeze your fingers off!” “No, please—” Lily cried. But Vanessa wasn’t listening. She shoved the little girl outside onto the small, ice-slicked balcony of their third-floor apartment. The air was bitter—below freezing—and Lily wore only a thin long-sleeve shirt and sweatpants. No shoes. No coat. The glass door slammed shut behind her. Vanessa locked it. Inside, she lit another cigarette with shaking hands, muttering, “I need five damn minutes of peace.” Lily knocked on the glass. Then she pounded. Then she stopped. Two hours later, Alan Monroe pulled into the lot, exhausted. His double shift at the auto plant had dragged on. His fingers ached. His back felt like it was broken in three places. He carried takeout in one hand, hoping Lily was still awake. He stepped into the apartment. “Vanessa? I brought—” No answer. The lights were low, TV on in the background. Vanessa was half-asleep on the couch, a beer on the table beside her. Then Alan heard it. A faint thud. He turned toward the balcony and dropped the food. There, outside the frosted glass, was Lily’s small body. Curled up. Motionless. Her skin was pale. Lips blue. Eyes shut. He rushed to the door, hands fumbling with the lock. It had iced over. When he finally got it open and pulled her in, her skin felt like frozen rubber. Vanessa finally sat up. “What’s wrong?” Alan didn’t answer. He was already dialing 911….To be continued in C0mments 👇

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