Eleanor’s tearful cries were all that could be heard in the otherwise quiet mansion.

She threw herself down, collapsing onto the expensive Persian rug with her smooth spa treated hands trembling violently as she held a photo of Seraphina to her chest.

“My baby… my baby…” Eleanor sobbed, rocking back and forth.

Her face was pale now and her eyes were red with tiny veins streaking across her while eyeballs from her endless crying.

“Charles, do something! Anything! Please! We ...