Her hands trembled as she tapped the screen.

“Hello?” she cried. “Please help! My daddy got bitten by a snake!”

I remember her voice.

Then darkness.

I woke up in a hospital.

Machines beeping.

My body heavy.

A doctor smiled. “You’re lucky,” he said. “You made it.”

Then he added, “Your daughter saved your life.”

Sophie ran in moments later, throwing her arms around me.

“Daddy!” she sobbed. “You scared me!”

“I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m okay.”

A police officer later told me everything.

Sophie had called 911.

Stayed on the line.

Cried—but didn’t hang up.

“She was incredibly brave,” the officer said.

Then she added something else.

“We found a nest in your parents’ yard,” she said. “Fifteen rattlesnakes.”

Fifteen.

I would’ve died.

If not for a five-year-old girl.

Two weeks later, my parents showed up at my house.

My mom held a box of pastries like it erased everything.

“Ryan,” she said, smiling too wide. “We just want to talk.”

I stood in the doorway. “Say it here.”

My dad cleared his throat. “We didn’t realize—”

“Don’t,” I said sharply. “Don’t lie.”

My mom’s eyes filled with tears instantly. “We made a mistake—”

“A mistake?” I laughed. “You left me to die.”

Ethan stepped forward. “You’re being dramatic—”