Covered in blood, Ashley fell to the ground. Helen and Tony stood still, staring at each other and clutching the gun.

“No.” Knox gasped. Tears sprang to his eyes as he rushed past Helen and Dr Tony.

He pulled Ashley's limp body into his arms and sobbed as he rocked her.

“Ashley.” He gently tapped her left cheek. “Wake up my daughter, please.” Mr Knox cried.

Everything paled and only Ashley existed. Knox copied every bit of her face into his memory. Her pale pink lips slightly parted. Her sharp nose stood still, not breathing. Her long lashes fanned over her rosy cheeks slowly losing its color.

“My princess. Vanessa....