Daughter'S Dying

On her daughter Lizzy’s birthday, Eleanor receives a video call from Lizzy, revealing she’s been locked alone in a car under the scorching sun, on the verge of death. Meanwhile, her husband Mason is at an amusement park with Selene, the widow of his late best friend, and her daughter Dolly. As Eleanor desperately searches for her daughter, she faces deception and suppression from those around her. Emotionally shattered, Eleanor gets help from Benjamin, a surgeon and her former junior schoolmate. They find Lizzy trapped in Selene’s car, suffering from heatstroke and unconscious—but it’s too late. Lizzy tragically dies. After reading Lizzy’s diary, Eleanor resolves to divorce Mason, ending a marriage filled with deceit and indifference.

Daughter'S Dying

On her daughter Lizzy’s birthday, Eleanor receives a video call from Lizzy, revealing she’s been locked alone in a car under the scorching sun, on the verge of death. Meanwhile, her husband Mason is at an amusement park with Selene, the widow of his late best friend, and her daughter Dolly. As Eleanor desperately searches for her daughter, she faces deception and suppression from those around her. Emotionally shattered, Eleanor gets help from Benjamin, a surgeon and her former junior schoolmate. They find Lizzy trapped in Selene’s car, suffering from heatstroke and unconscious—but it’s too late. Lizzy tragically dies. After reading Lizzy’s diary, Eleanor resolves to divorce Mason, ending a marriage filled with deceit and indifference.

The video call flickers open, and my heart stops. Lizzy’s face is flushed crimson, sweat dripping from her temples, her lips cracked. 'Mom… it’s so hot… I can’t move…' Her voice is a whisper swallowed by static. I scream her name, asking where she is, but the call drops. I dial back—no signal. I turn to Mason, panicked, but he’s already dressing for the park. 'She’s probably playing,' he says, adjusting his sunglasses. 'Stop overreacting.' But I know. I know something’s wrong. My hands shake as I search her room. No note. No toys missing. Just her stuffed rabbit, staring at me with empty eyes. Then I see it—the family photo on her desk. Selene’s car in the background. The same car Mason said he wasn’t using today.

I grab my keys. I don’t wait. I don’t explain. I drive like the devil is chasing me, the sun beating down like a curse. Every red light feels like a conspiracy. Every mile stretches into eternity. When I reach Selene’s house, the driveway is empty. But the garage door is slightly open. A sliver of shadow. A glint of glass. I run toward it, my breath ragged, my mind screaming one word: Please.