The front door was tightly shut.

Hunter stared at Evalina—her face pale, her eyes swollen from crying, and her entire body trembling.

She clutched the baby tightly to her chest, as if letting go would shatter her entire world.

Hunter dropped his small backpack onto the floor and strode over to her.

“Tell me everything. From the beginning,” he said, his voice low but firm.

Evalina sat at the edge of the sofa, her voice shaking.

“Someone came. They knocked… again and again. But when I looked through the peephole, there was no one out there. It was like they… didn’t cast a shadow. But the voice was clear. They...