They were small, fluffy… completely out of place. One of them was perched on the crib.
My stomach dropped. There was a mess on the carpet. A foul, unmistakable mess. A poop!
“No…” I whispered, my heart beginning to pound.
I rushed forward, my eyes scanning the room.
Chaos. That was the only way to describe it. The neatly arranged clothes were scattered across the floor.
Some torn. Some crumpled. The crib’s soft lining had been scratched, threads pulled loose.
And the cats… They were wearing—
My vision blurred. Baby clothes. The clothes I had bought. The ones meant for my child.
“No—no, no, no…”
Panic surged through me.
“What is this?!” My voice rose as I turned toward the door. “Who did this?!”
My hands trembled as I pointed toward the mess.
“Who let these cats in here?! There are a lot of rooms in the packhouse! Why here?!”
Footsteps approached quickly, maids rushing in at the sound of my voice.
“Luna, we—”
“Get them out!” I snapped, my voice shaking. “Now!”
Before anyone could move… “Oh!”
A familiar voice cut through the chaos. Faye.
She stepped into the room, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the scene.
She walked closer, completely unfazed.