Victor turned as soon as he heard Evelyn's hesitant footsteps. His face broke into a wide, almost too perfect smile, the kind of smile that made her heart flutter once but now it sent shivers down her spine.
“Look, baby,” Victor called out softly to Daisy, his voice laced with a sickening sweetness.
“Mummy is up!” His words were spoken in that smooth, charming tone he always used, the one that made everything sound so normal, so... *perfect*. But Evelyn knew better now. She had seen the darkness that lingered beneath that facade.
Daisy, sitting innocently at the kitchen table, brightened at the sight of her mother, her small face lighting up with pure joy.
“Mummy!” she chirped, her tiny voice full of excitement as she waved. She was surrounded by an array of colorful breakfast items—
