The air felt heavy, charged with the weight of unspoken horrors as paramedics rushed in, their footsteps echoing like a drumbeat of urgency. I watched as they carefully lifted Matthew, my heart aching with every fragile movement. His small frame seemed almost weightless in their arms, a haunting testament to the neglect and fear he had endured.
I wanted to hold him, to tell him it was over, that he was safe now. But my words felt trapped beneath the avalanche of questions that tumbled through my mind. Where was Daniel? What had happened in this house that turned it from a sanctuary to a prison?
