~~ Vaugha~~
I walked toward her bedroom door. Each step felt like I was walking toward a cliff. My wife’s words echoed in my head, begging me to help our girl. She had no idea she was sending a wolf to talk to a lamb.
I reached the door. It was slightly ajar, a crack of shadow spilling into the hallway. I didn't knock. I just pushed it open and stepped inside.
"I want to be alone," her voice came from the darkness. It was small, cracked, and heavy with tears.
I didn't leave. I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me with a soft, final click. The room smelled like her—that floral scent that always made my head spin.
"I said I want to be alone, Vaughan," she repeated. I could see her now. She wasn't on the bed. She was huddled on the floor, curled into a tight ball aga
