Daphne POV

“When you love a child, you learn that fear can’t stop you, it only teaches you where to strike.”

The image freezes mid-frame Christian’s face, half-lit, eyes wide but dry.

He’s not crying. That almost breaks me more. My boy doesn’t cry anymore because he’s learned it doesn’t help.

I stare at the screen until my reflection starts to blur with his.

Behind him, the shadow moves again, faint but deliberate a tall figure, pacing just out of focus.

“Rewind,” I ...