The light at the end of the corridor flickered faintly.
The nursery door was slightly open.
Daniel pushed it.
And the world he thought he knew shattered without a sound.
Lily stood in the corner, her small body trembling uncontrollably, clutching Noah protectively against her chest as if she could shield him from everything.
Her eyes were wide.
Too wide.
Not the eyes of a child.
On the floor beside them… spilled milk.
A broken bottle.