Ann rocked the baby gently in her arms as the afternoon sunlight poured through the large windows of Richard’s penthouse. The baby had just finished a bottle and was slowly drifting off to sleep, his small fingers curled around hers. A soft smile touched Ann’s lips. These peaceful moments were rare, but they were the ones she cherished most. The front door clicked. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Her body stiffened slightly as she listened to the sound of footsteps entering. She assumed it was Richard, coming home earlier than usual. “Richard?” she called out softly. But the voice that responded didn’t belong to him. “Who are you?” a deep, cold voice said sharply. Ann turned around quickly, clutching the baby protectively. A tall man stood in the doorway of the living room, dressed in an expe
