Before Theresa could process what had happened, the first child collapsed. Her heart lurched as, one by one, the others followed, dropping like flies to the soft grass. They fell as though in slow motion, their bodies limp, eyes closed.
Theresa’s breath caught in her throat, panic rising like a wave. She rushed to the nearest child, shaking his shoulders gently, her voice trembling. “Wake up! Come on, wake up Jimmy!” But there was no response—just stillness.