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    The officers hastened to her assistance immediately, yet their efforts were in vain.


    A piercing pain in her abdomen struck her almost at once. A damp, cold sensation quickly spread beneath her, the sharp scent of blood filling the air.


    “My baby!” Tracy cried out in despair.


    Gripping her stomach, she began to weep uncontrobly.


    In a voice filled with desperation, she cried out, “Please, do something… save my baby.”


    The officers acted swiftly, transporting her to the hospital without dy.


    After enduring hours of urgent care, the doctor emerged with grim news.


    “Ms. Haynes, I’m sorry, but we couldn’t save your baby due to the severe blood loss.”


    Tracy’s reaction was one of sheer disbelief, her face paling instantly.


    Abruptly, she cast aside her nkets and knelt heavily on the floor before the doctor, her voice pleading. “Please, Doctor, there must be something you can do. Save my baby!”


    The doctor, with a look of deep sorrow, responded, “I’m sorry, but there’s no heartbeat or breathing. We’ve done all we can.”


    Tracy copsed into despair.


    “It’s over, it’s allpletely over!” she shouted, her voice echoing madly as she leaped to her feet.


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    Her disheveled hair flew wildly about her, adding to the image of a woman driven to the brink of insanity.


    Laughing bitterly, she said, “It’s all over, all of it!” as she dashed from the room.


    Tracy hadn’t gone far when security apprehended her and escorted her back.


    Later that night, Eric reached out to Brian. “Tracy lost the baby,” he said, delivering the news sinctly.


    A chill seemed to emanate from Brian’s gaze, which was devoid of any emotion. “Then proceed by the book and push for the toughest penalty. She must bear the full brunt of thew.”


    “Understood.”


    Over the next week, Brian numbed his grief with liquor, seeking refuge from his harsh reality. It felt as though he were trapped in a dream—a dream where he could vividly see Rachel while he drank himself into oblivion.


    In these visions, he held her close, poured out his regrets, begged for her forgiveness, and expressed his yearning. This illusion became his escape, drawing him deeper into its seductive grasp.


    Thus, Brian continued to drink recklessly, believing that as long as he was drunk, Rachel seemed close, as if within reach.


    No one could sway him from his path; he shut himself off from the world, indifferent to everything else. This eventually led to his hospitalization for alcoholism.


    Two dayster, Brian regained consciousness.


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