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Daniel.

Home early.

Heavy footsteps crossed the kitchen overhead.

Then stopped completely.

Silence.

A terrible silence.

“Girls?” he called calmly.

The girls brightened instantly.

“We’re in Mommy’s room!” Emily shouted happily.

The footsteps above froze.

For one long moment, nothing moved.

Then—

slowly—

the basement door creaked shut upstairs.

And I heard the lock click.

My heart nearly stopped.

Daniel’s footsteps began descending the basement stairs one at a time.

Unhurried.

Controlled.

By the time he stepped into the light, his expression had completely changed.

Not angry.