For a second… Marcus couldn’t breathe.
His mind rejected it.
But his instincts screamed the truth.
“No… that’s impossible,” he whispered.
But then… memories hit him like a storm.
His wife insisting on handling Lila’s medication.
Doctors never finding a clear cause.
Symptoms that didn’t make sense… didn’t add up…
The boy leaned closer, voice almost a whisper:
“She’s been giving her something. Slowly. So no one notices.”
Marcus turned toward Lila — his hands shaking.
“Daddy… why are you scared?” she asked softly.
That’s when it broke him.
Because for the first time… he wasn’t powerful.
He wasn’t in control.
He was just a father who might have trusted the wrong person.
Marcus grabbed his phone with trembling hands…
And dialed one number.
But before he could speak…
the boy was gone.
Vanished.
Like he was never there.
And now Marcus had one terrifying question left:
👉 Was it a warning… or was he already too late?
