As I tracked Mom's gaze, I noticed a girl quietly positioned against the doorframe, her hands pressed tight over her mouth.
Her attempt to stay hidden was futile, as the man in the raincoat locked eyes on her. He approached with a chilling calm, and with a single, brutal swing of his axe, blood sprayed. The girl shuddered briefly on the floor before falling utterly still.
My attention remained fixed on the man as he descended the stairs, his destination clear, Emily's bedside.
"Sweetheart, Mom's away on a business trip. Can you manage to get to school on your own tomorrow?" he asked in a soft, caring tone.
Emily, still heavy with sleep, nodded dreamily and settled back into her slumber.
Yet that very evening, the unthinkable occurred. The man cooked the girl into a rib soup, hiding Da
