I forced a smile and hugged her close. Daniel looked at us from across the table, concern beginning to cloud his features as he noticed my pallor. I knew I had to do something.
This was more than a child’s imagination or a mother’s overactive worry. There was something in our home, something that defied logic. And I needed to find out what—or who—it was before it could frighten my daughter any more than it already had.
Determined, I decided to delve deeper, to understand the history of our house, to uncover any secrets that lay buried within its walls. And as the shadows grew long that evening, a new resolve took root in my heart: I would protect my child at all costs, no matter what haunted our home.
