“Please… don’t hurt us… we promise we won’t do it again…”
Daniel froze. a.k
It was Lily.
His blood froze.
He walked towards the room.
And what he saw…
He destroyed everything.
Lily was on the floor, curled up protectively around baby Noah.
Her pink dress was dirty and torn. Her knees were scraped. Her hair was tangled.
But it wasn’t his appearance that broke him—
That was his position.
Fear.
Pure, learned fear.
Vanessa was standing in front of them.
Perfect makeup.
Red dress.
A glass of wine in hand.
The face deformed by irritation.
“Shut up already!” she snapped. “I told you not to bother me when I’m resting! If that brat doesn’t stop crying, I swear I’ll leave you both outside in the rain!”
“She’s hungry…” Lily whispered, trembling. “Please… Vanessa…”
“Don’t call me that!” Vanessa shouted, taking another step closer.
“ENOUGH!”
