Abigail's POV**

As we arrived home, the soft glow of the nightlight in the hallway welcomed us back, casting a gentle aura that momentarily soothed my frayed nerves.

I carefully tucked Xavier into bed, my heart heavy with the events of the day.

The little boy had seen more than any child should have to endure, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to me like a shadow.

“Mommy, who are those people? They tried to hurt Aunt Belle and me,” he asked, his innocent eyes wide with confusion and fear.

I knelt beside him, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead.

“It’s alright, sweetie. Those...