Christopher
The sound of the front door slamming shut reverberates through the house, echoing through the empty, cold hallways.
I can’t remember the last time this place felt like home. Ever since I saw Elizabeth lying in a pool of her own blood at the bottom of the bannister, it feels like the walls are closing in on me.
My chest feels tight, and my temples throb as I loosen my tie and shrug off my jacket.
I barely have time to catch my breath before I hear the sound of tiny feet running toward me.
“Daddy!” Edward’s voice pierces through the tension, and I look up to see my son barreling toward me, his face lit with pure excitement.
“Hey, buddy,” I say, scooping him up in my arms.
The weight of him feels grounding, his innocence a sharp contrast to the chaos inside my head. For a b
