Chapter 4
The subtle US flag hanging framed on the back wall of the hallway stood as an unmoving witness to the domestic tragedy.
It represented liberty and justice under law, contrasting sharply with the lawless tyranny Victoria had exercised behind closed doors.
Marcus bypassed his trembling wife entirely, his singular focus locked onto the small, shattered figure huddled on the cold floor.
He dropped abruptly to his knees, ignoring the immaculate crease of his charcoal grey trousers as he reached out his hands.
"Leo... daddy is here, look at me, sweet boy," Marcus whispered, his voice instantly softening into heartbreaking tenderness.
The boy slowly opened his tear-soaked eyes, recognizing the familiar warmth and safety radiating from his father's powerful frame.
Leo lunged forward, burying his face deep into the fabric of Marcus's light blue shirt with a pathetic, heart-wrenching sob.
His small arms wrapped tightly around his father's neck, clinging on as if letting go would plunge him back into the nightmare.
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Marcus wrapped his strong arms around his son, pulling him flush against his chest while shielding him from the rest of the world.
A single tear escaped Marcus's eye, instantly replaced by a hardened, unforgiving resolve that burned brighter than any flame.
