toward Emily.

Our eyes met.

And in a voice so soft it terrified her…

I asked:

“Emily…”

I glanced toward Beatrice.

Then back at my daughter.

“What exactly have you done to your mother?”

Emily’s face went white.

And beside her…

for the first time that night…

Braden stopped smiling.

PART 3

Emily’s face drained of color.

“Dad…”

Her voice trembled.

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