The next day sun poured through the living room windows. The twins slept in their bassinets, tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm. Clara had stepped out to grab a few essentials, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the city outside.

The quiet shattered in an instant.

A sharp knock at the door rattled the apartment frame. Then another. And another.

I froze. The sound of heels clicking against the floor before even opening the door was unmistakable.

“Zoe!” ...