Manon
Something wakes me up in the middle of the night. This nagging feeling-no. This sweltering panic, begging me to check on the babies.
Berating me for leaving them alone.
It's quiet, but I don't trust it. I'm running, running, getting ready to head to the safe room.
I pull out my knife, the golden handle shimmering in the night as I force my legs to go faster, ignoring the pain of having just given birth not a week ago.
Not again. Nothing is going to happen to my babies. I stop in front of the nursery, panting, swinging the door open. There stands a tall, wide figure and in his hands...
My boy.
My son. How can I attack without hurting him?
"Who are you?"
The stature of the person's let's me know it's a male. He looks at the child, saying nothing.
"Answer me, or I will stab yo
