The Shocking Sight
The house was eerily quiet, far too quiet for a family of four. Then came a sound that made Richard freeze: a muffled sob from the kitchen.
He hurried toward it, his suitcase bumping against his leg, his heart suddenly pounding.
What he saw when he entered the kitchen stopped him cold.
Emily sat on the floor, her little body trembling, her hair and clothes drenched in milk that dripped from her face and shoulders. A shattered glass lay on the tile beside her.
And above her stood Vanessa, elegant in a silk blouse and pearls, holding the nearly empty jug in one hand. Her face was twisted with disdain.
“You’ll learn not to waste food,” she hissed. “Cry all you want. Maybe then you’ll stop being such a nuisance.”
