Michael’s mind raced as he stood there, trying to process what he was witnessing. He had always trusted Gloria, but the scene before him made him question everything. His heart ached at the thought that anyone could harm his precious Emily, and he knew he had to act quickly to protect her.
Pushing the door open with quiet resolve, Michael stepped into the nursery. Gloria looked up, startled, her eyes widening in surprise and guilt. She quickly moved the jar behind her, but it was too late. Michael had seen enough.
“Mr. Whitmore!” Gloria stammered, her voice trembling. “I… I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
