The Night He Found Her in the Pantry No one expected to find a child inside the house that night. It was well past midnight when Jonathan Hale returned to his hilltop estate overlooking the outskirts of Northbridge, Illinois. The security detail stayed outside, as always. Jonathan preferred silence when he came home late. Silence meant control. As he stepped inside, the marble floors reflected soft amber light from the chandeliers above. Everything was in its place. Too perfect. Then he heard it. Not footsteps. Not voices. A faint, fragile sound. A quiet…
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