Chapter 8 - Ethan Recalls the Warning Signs Leading to Disaster
Back inside the warm sanctuary of the chapel foyer, twelve-year-old Ethan sat on a bench wrapped in a rescue blanket.
He stared down at his sneakers, replaying every terrifying moment that had led up to this chaotic afternoon.
He remembered how Richard had forced his mother to sign endless stacks of legal documents late at night.
He remembered the strange chemical smell lingering in the kitchen the evening before his mother mysteriously vanished.
“I should have listened closer when she tried to warn me last week,” Ethan whispered, a tear tracing down his cheek.
Claire walked over, sitting beside her son and pulling him into a fierce, protective maternal embrace.
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“You saved my life, Ethan. If you hadn't heard those knocks, I wouldn't be here right now,” Claire whispered softly.
Mother and son held onto each other tightly, knowing their bond had conquered the darkest evil imaginable.
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