Chapter 43 The Daughter He Couldn't Save

• The little girl is back again.
• This time, she’s curled beneath a massive wooden bedframe, her knees hugged tightly to her chest, just as her mother told her to. Her wide eyes brim with fear, darting toward every shadow. But how long has she been there?
• The room is cloaked in darkness now—no sliver of light from the doorway, no warmth from a lantern or candle. Just silence. The kind that makes your chest tighten.