Peter’s mind raced, the weight of what he had just witnessed pressing down on him. His thoughts swirled—her desperate pleas, the children’s innocent faces, the trust he’d extended. “Was it all a lie?” he muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the curtain.
Peter stood frozen in the garage, his mind racing. Natalie and the children had vanished, taking his car with them. His heart filled with a deep sense of betrayal. “How could I have been so blind?” he muttered, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place too late.