What brother?”
No answer.
Just silence.
Then I remembered something impossible.
Nine years ago.
A miscarriage.
Or at least… that’s what Rebecca told me happened while I was overseas for work.
She never let me see hospital records.
Never talked about it again.
And suddenly, standing there in the doorway with my shaking daughter in my arms, I understood something terrifying:
Maybe my wife hadn’t been losing control recently.
Maybe she had been hiding it for years.
Then Sophie whispered against my shoulder:
“Dad… please don’t leave me alone with her again.”
And from somewhere upstairs—
a loud crash echoed through the house.
Rebecca’s face went completely white.
Because whatever had just fallen…
she clearly didn’t want me finding it.
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