Donald’s eyes went wide when he noticed Genesis standing in the doorway, her gaze flickering from the bloodied napkin in his hand to the pallor of his face. Before he could say a word, his son rushed into the kitchen.

At first, Kieran’s eyes found Genesis. Then he followed her stare, and his breath caught when he saw the napkin clutched in his father’s hand. The words on his lips died, his throat tightening.

“Dad… what’s…” His voice faltered as Donald quickly turned toward the sink, hiding his face.

Kieran stepped forward, brow furrowing deeper with every step. “What’s going on? Why is there blood?” His voice was sharp, demanding,...