Unbeknownst to both Sophie and Janet, Sophie’s father, Michael, was on a flight back from his business trip earlier than expected. He had been away for several weeks, working tirelessly to provide for his family, unaware of the nightmare unfolding in his absence. Something in his gut told him to return—a father’s intuition, perhaps.
As the taxi pulled up outside the house, Michael noticed the neglected garden, weeds crawling over the once-tidy flowerbeds his late wife had lovingly tended. His heart skipped a beat, sensing something amiss. He entered his home quietly, hoping to surprise his family.
What he saw next shattered his heart. There, in the hallway, was Sophie, slumped on the floor, her small hands red and bleeding, her eyes swollen with unshed tears. Janet stood over her, barking orders with no compassion. The scene played out like a nightmare, and rage built up inside Michael like a storm.
