Chapter 3 - Uncovering The Hidden Truth Behind The Locked Nursery Doors
Nathan carried Ellie upstairs to her bedroom, noticing for the first time the heavy brass lock installed on the outside of her door.
He stared at the metal mechanism with mounting horror, remembering how his sister Clara had casually excused it as childproofing.
“Did they lock you in here, Ellie?” Nathan asked, his voice dangerously low as he set her gently on the edge of her bed.
Ellie nodded slowly, her big brown eyes glancing nervously toward the dark hallway as if expecting someone to shout.
“Aunt Clara said my crying gives her headaches, so I had to stay quiet until dinner time,” Ellie explained matter-of-factly.
Nathan felt a cold fury surge through his veins, hot and blinding, threatening to consume every rational thought in his mind.
He walked over to the dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer to look for her favorite pajamas.
Instead of clothes, his fingers brushed against a stash of dry crackers, crusty bread crusts, and wrapped cheese slices.
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“Why are you hiding food in your drawer, sweetheart?” Nathan asked, holding up a stale piece of toast.
“In case the kitchen closes early and nobody brings me a plate,” Ellie whispered, biting her lower lip.
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