“I know, I’m right here with you, I won’t let anything happen,” she replied, though her own hands were shaking.
She stepped inside slowly, each footstep echoing loudly through the empty house as if the walls themselves were listening.
The silence wrapped around them in a way that made every breath feel louder than it should have been.
“Where is he right now?” she asked, her voice dry and strained from everything she had been holding back.
There was a brief pause before the woman answered.
“He is not coming back.”
A cold chill spread through her entire body, making her grip her children tighter without realizing it.
“What do you mean he is not coming back?” she demanded, her voice rising with panic.
The woman inhaled slowly, choosing her words carefully before speaking again.
“He is gone, but not in the way you are thinking right now.”
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