Annalise’s shoulders trembled. She clutched a blanket that had slipped from the nursery in her haste. She looked up at Preston, and the terror in her gaze jolted him like a physical blow.
“What happened?” Preston demanded. His voice came out thin, almost hoarse. He moved toward them, but the children immediately tightened their hold around Annalise, their fingers digging into her shirt.
Annalise swallowed before responding. “Please, sit down for a moment. I promise I will explain everything, but I need you to listen before reacting.”
Preston lowered himself to the floor across from them. The floor felt cold even through his trousers.
Mikaelyn hiccuped. “Daddy, do not let the shadow come back.”
Preston felt his blood run cold.
Annalise tightened her hold on both children. She steadied her breath and began speaking with effort, each sentence carrying the weight of fear she could not hide.