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Chloe Bishop couldn't utter a single word. She could only hold her mother's hand tightly in response, her whole body like a flower battered by a storm—swaying, barely holding on.

In her final moments, Mrs. Bishop's grip was surprisingly strong. She clutched her daughter's hand with desperate intensity. "Promise me... promise me you'll take care of your... father and... your sister..."

"Mom..