Betrayed by Blood

Daphne’s mother was walking past her room when she heard something—a soft sound, low and shaky. She paused and leaned in closer. That wasn’t music or talking. It was sobbing.

She frowned and gently placed her hand on the doorknob, twisting it.

Locked.

“Daphne?” she called softly, tapping the door. “Sweetheart, open the door.”

There was no answer, only the sound of more muffled crying from inside.