🟢 Part 3
Miles rushed toward the door, his movements frantic now, no longer controlled. Nothing else mattered except getting them help.
But as he reached the hallway, something caught his attention.
The closet door.
It was slightly open.
His steps slowed for just a second, his eyes locking onto it as a cold realization crept in. The air around it felt heavier—like it still held the silence Lily had described.
He moved closer, gently pushing it open.
Inside, the space was small… too small.
No light. No blankets. No food.
Just emptiness.
And the faint, suffocating feeling of being trapped.
Miles stepped back, his jaw tightening, anger now mixing with fear.
“How long…?” he whispered to himself.
Three days.
His grip around his children tightened.
The woman he had trusted… the one he believed would care for them…
What had she done?
There was no more time to think.
With one last glance at the closet, Miles turned and ran out of the house, carrying both Lily and Tommy, knowing one thing for certain—
This was only the beginning of the truth.
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