Chapter 82 The Best

• Meredith's heart quickened as she neared the cottage and heard nothing but silence inside. Slowly, she opened the door, calling out, “Boys, I'm back!”
• But the sight that greeted her froze her. Broken vases were scattered across the floor of the living area. Chairs were toppled over, and her youngest, Marcus, sat on the floor clutching his head.
• Blood trickled down his temple, staining his chubby fingers and the collar of his shirt.