“Maria,” Thomas said, his voice steadier now, “thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if—” his voice broke, unable to finish the sentence. He turned to face the mansion, Vanessa’s figure now visible at the entrance, her expression unreadable.

Thomas carried Lily toward the house, Maria following closely behind. Each step felt heavy, dread pooling in his gut. As they approached, Vanessa stood there, arms crossed casually as though nothing was amiss.

“Thomas, what’s all this commotion?” Vanessa’s tone was clipped, almost bored.