Writer's POV
As they set off in their black Range Rover, Mr. Peters took the wheel while Mrs. Peters sat beside him, her mind consumed by thoughts of her daughter. She couldn't help but recall their conversation the night before, and her heart ached as she remembered the anger and sadness that had become all too familiar in Lyn's voice. Her daughter had once been a beacon of joy, but the traumatic experience with Abel and the pregnancy had left her a shadow of her former self. Mrs. Peters had tried to reach out, to coax her back to happiness, but it seemed like a distant memory now. She struggled to comprehend how the daughter she once knew, who had loved Abel with all her heart, could now put her children in harm's way. The thought sent a chill down her spine, and she couldn't shake off
