After the private medic rushed into Olivia’s room, Allison slowly knelt and picked up the fallen photo frame from the floor.
Daniel stepped back out into the hallway, his boots quiet on the rug. He stopped, watching her.
"Why is this here?" Allison questioned, her brow furrowing as she turned the frame over in her hands, trying to piece a fragmented puzzle together. Her gaze shifted, scanning the other framed photographs lining the desk and the hallway walls.
Daniel didn't wait for her to start inspecting the rest of the house. He moved swiftly and slipped past her, gathering the remaining childhood portraits from the side tables and shoving them face-down into a desk drawer.
"Daniel, how's your mom?" Anna asked, stepping out of the restroom.
Allison’s attention snapped away from the
