Daniel stood there. Suit wrinkled. Face furious. Eyes wild. Seeing everything. Seeing Emma with Robert. Seeing the kids free. Seeing rescue. Seeing escape. Seeing loss. Seeing defeat. Seeing the nightmare that was his. Not theirs anymore. His nightmare. His loss. His destroyed future.

"Emma." His voice came quiet. Deadly. Controlled rage. Barely controlled. Dangerously controlled. "What are you doing?"

Daniel clapped. Slow clap. Mocking clap. Deliberate clap. Each sound echoing ...