Don’t Let Her Know You’re Home”
Sophie’s lips trembled. Her voice came out thin, almost like a secret she didn’t trust the air to hold.
“Daddy… is it really you?”
Adrien swallowed hard.
“It’s me. I promise. I’ve got you.”
He reached for her carefully, lifting her like glass. She weighed far less than she should have.
Her baby brother—Milo—made a faint sound, too weak for a proper cry. Adrien gathered him in his other arm and felt the terrifying lightness of a child who hadn’t been cared for.
Sophie’s gaze darted toward the staircase as if the shadows could hear her.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t tell her you’re home.”
Adrien’s throat tightened.
“Who, Sophie?”
She swallowed, and her whole body shook.
“She said if we told anyone… we’d be gone.”
“She said she’d hurt Milo again.”
Adrien froze. His mind tried to reject what his heart already understood.
His wife—Sophie’s stepmother—had been alone in this house with them.
And Sophie had been living like a prisoner under the same roof.
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