“Lucas is already asleep,” she said.
Then I heard my father-in-law’s voice — calm, casual, practiced.
“Good. You should rest. I’ll just check on him. Make sure he’s settled.”
I held my breath.
Footsteps up the stairs.
The hall creaking in the same spots it always does.
Then the sound I’ll never forget:
The soft click of my son’s bedroom door closing.
Seconds passed.
Then my son spoke — small, shaky.
“Grandpa… I’m sleepy.”
And my father-in-law replied in a voice that made my skin go cold.
Not angry.
Not loud.
Just… controlling.
Then my son’s voice started shaking more.
And I didn’t wonder anymore.
I knew.
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