Daughter in the Hallway
As I peeked into the dimly lit hallway, relief washed over me at the sight of our daughter. She was wandering, still half-asleep.
I knelt beside her, brushing back her tousled hair. ‘What are you doing up, sweetie?’ I whispered softly.
‘I heard voices in my room,’ she murmured, eyes blinking sleepily. Her words sent a fresh wave of shivers down my spine, and I gently guided her back toward her room.