CHAPTER 143

Usually he would wear black but not today. Today wasn't one of those days when he would dress to scare.

Instead, he wore a soft grey sweater and faded jeans. His usual scowl was replaced with a calmer and softer look. He didn’t walk like death today, rather he walked like a stranger trying not to scare a cat.

The room's back door creaked when he entered, with arms full of plush toys, bright snack bags, and a pink-and-purple doll set tucked beneath one elbow. He ordered his guards to stay outside. Today was for him and the girls.

The faint scent of old crayons and spilled juice...