Michael’s mind raced with possibilities, each more concerning than the last. Was Gloria giving Emily something harmful? Or was this simply an act of kindness misunderstood? He needed more information, but he couldn’t risk his daughter’s safety. Without a moment’s hesitation, Michael pushed the door open fully, the sudden movement startling both Gloria and Emily.
Gloria looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and guilt. “Mr. Whitmore! I… I didn’t know you were back,” she stammered, the jar slipping from her fingers and rolling onto the carpet. Emily, sensing the tension, began to fuss, her small hands reaching for her father.
