Chapter 3

Down on the cold hardwood floor, thirty-year-old Clara clutched her infant son tighter against her navy blue long-sleeve shirt with trembling arms.
Her bruised face pressed gently into the soft cotton of the baby carrier as she absorbed the sudden, shocking turn of events unfolding above her.
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The baby stirred uneasily against her chest, sensing the residual adrenaline and emotional shock vibrating through his mother's frail body.
Clara closed her eyes for a brief second, offering a silent prayer of gratitude as the nightmare of Victoria's assault finally met its match.