Chapter 2 - The Cold Awakening
Clara stopped weeping. Her tears seemed to freeze mid-air.
Slowly, deliberately, she turned her head toward Arthur. Her dark eyes were hollow, vacant, and devoid of any remaining warmth or love.
"She’s gone, Arthur," Clara whispered, her voice a flat, hollow echo that chilled the room. "You missed her funeral."
Arthur’s smug smile instantly evaporated. His jaw dropped, his face draining of every drop of color as his eyes darted from his wife’s black lace dress to the small white casket surrounded by white lilies.
He noticed the stuffed rabbit sitting beside the white flowers. It was Chloe’s favorite toy—the one she never slept without.
"What… what do you mean gone?" Arthur stuttered, taking a erratic step backward, his voice rising in sudden, hysterical panic. "Where’s Chloe?! Clara, where is our daughter?!"
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Beatrice gasped, dropping her luxury shopping bag onto the marble floor, her polished facade cracking as horror took over.
👉 Why did Arthur turn off his phone for five straight days while his daughter was in critical condition?
