As she stepped into the bedroom from the living room, Evelyn froze.

Her gaze dropped to her tiny shoes, noticing the mud clinging to the soles-remnants of their countryside excursion.

But among the earthy smudges was something far more chilling: dark red stains, unmistakably blood.

For a few moments, Evelyn stood motionless, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.

Then, her gaze lifted to the pristine white bed…

The bag of maple leaves slipped from her grasp, scattering to the ground, and the butterflies she had caught for Alexis fluttered away.

Her eyes fixed on Alexis, lying silently on the bed, a deep gash visible on her wrist, blood trickling down in a steady rhythm.

Drop by drop, the fresh blood stained the carpet.

Instinctively, Evelyn cried out, “Dad, Dad…” Her voice grew louder and shakier with each repetition.

the room, his face drained of

He forgot to breathe…

still as her veins pulsed

after receiving two packs of blood, Alexis

amidst Evelyn’s turmoil, She turned, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured,

Evelyn close, his voice rough but

“Mommy’s gonna be okay.

solace in

Alexis again, secretly wishing

as he turned to the doctor, his

will she wake

choosing his

to wake up, there’ll be nothing much

Also, Mr.

might need

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