The heavy sound of polished leather shoes echoed down the hallway outside, making Lily instantly freeze in terror under the sheets. Sarah turned her head toward the open doorway in a medium profile shot, her posture stiffening as the shadow of her wealthy step-husband, Arthur, fell across the threshold. Arthur stood in the doorway dressed in a pristine charcoal suit, his expression cold and completely detached as he looked in at the crying girl. Sarah’s face shifted in a fraction of a second from heartbreaking grief to terrifying, explosive rage. Tears glistened on her contorted face as she took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes locking onto Arthur with a fury that could burn down the entire house. You... Sarah whispered, her voice dropping into a guttural growl as she realized the monster who had harmed her daughter was standing right before her.