Later that night, Daniel’s phone rang.
It was the babysitter.
He answered casually at first.
“Hey, Lily.”
But after a few seconds, his expression changed.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Megan looked up immediately.
Daniel’s voice grew tense.
“You did what?”
The room went silent.
I could hear the faint sound of a young girl’s voice through the phone.
Daniel slowly lowered himself into the chair.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
He ended the call.
Megan stood up.
“What happened?”
Daniel looked at both of us.
His face had turned completely pale.
“She said Noah cried a lot when we were gone the other day.”
“That’s normal,” Megan said nervously.
Daniel swallowed hard.
“Yes… but she said she tried to stop him.”
“How?”
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