Lily's Point of view

The beginning of the day had been harmless enough. Amidst a vibrant jumble of toy construction blocks on the living room floor, Aiden's small hands were intent on constructing what appeared to be an uneven stronghold. Our tiny rental's thin drapes let in the early sunlight, and for a while, everything seemed normal.

Then I noticed an odd smell.

It was more than simply the slight mustiness I had been noticing lately. On the contrary, this was more powerful and rancid, as if something had perished within the walls.

"What is that, ugh?" As I entered the kitchen, I covered my nose and murmured.

Aiden wrinkled...