(Almira’s POV)
I stormed through the daycare doors. The sound of my heels clicking hard against the tile floor. The moment I stepped inside, the staff looked up, their faces uneasy.
They know why I’m here.
“Where are my children?” My voice is sharp, my voice laced with venom.
One of the teachers, a woman in her mid-forties with kind eyes, steps forward hesitantly. “Ms. Sinclair, we—”
“Don’t,” I snapped, holding up a hand. “Don’t you dare try to explain anything to me. I dropped my children off this morning. I watched them walk inside. And now you’re telling me they’re not here?”
Another teacher, a younger woman, wrings her hands. “We… we don’t know how they left. We checked the security footage, but there’s nothing—”
“Nothing?!” I laughed bitterly, though there’s no humor in it. “Yo
