Every Night He Stayed in Her Room — And I Knew I Had to Protect Her
I sat in the dim glow of my laptop, watching the footage on repeat. Emma’s small frame appeared fragile under the soft nightlight, her chest rising in that steady rhythm that had always comforted me. The room itself seemed peaceful, almost serene—but that calm was deceptive. The moment Evan entered, my chest tightened. I knew…
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