"Sweetheart?" Dolphin dropped her sword and Garth's hand, stepping towards her son.
Every instinct in her body was telling her to run, but she didn't want to. Not when her son needed her.
"It's going to be alright, sweetheart."
"Garth..you have to help him. You have to help our son." Her voice shook.
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