I have always lived my life believing that order could be trusted. Numbers balance. Effort produces results. Stability comes from doing the right thing consistently. I am Megan, thirty-four years old, an accountant by profession, a wife, and a mother to a six-year-old daughter named Lily. Our life was quiet, predictable, and safe—or so I believed. That illusion shattered the moment my younger sister asked me to watch her child. It started as a favor, a simple act of family duty, but within hours it became a window into a darkness I had never imagined. Nicole has always been the...
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