🟢 Part 2
Miles pulled Lily closer to his chest, his heart pounding so loudly he could barely hear anything else. His eyes moved quickly to the small baby lying beside her.
“Tommy…?”
The baby didn’t respond—only a faint, uneven breath escaped his lips.
A wave of fear rushed through him.
“What happened? Lily… what happened here?”
Lily swallowed weakly, her lips dry and cracked. Her eyes shifted slightly, as if even remembering was exhausting.
“She… said we had to stay quiet…”
Miles froze.
“She…?”
Lily’s fingers tightened slightly against his shirt.
“She locked us… in the closet… Daddy… it was dark…”
Each word came out broken, barely holding together.
Miles felt something inside him drop.
“Who, Lily?” his voice turned sharper, almost desperate.
But Lily’s strength was fading again.
“I tried… to keep him safe…” she whispered, her eyes drifting toward Tommy. “He was crying… I didn’t know what to do…”
Her hand slipped weakly as her body went limp against him.
“Lily? Lily! Stay with me!”
Panic surged through his voice now.
He quickly picked up Tommy with his other arm, holding both children close as he stood up, his mind racing.
There was only one person who had been in charge while he was gone.
And suddenly, everything felt wrong.
🟢 Part 3
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