Owen’s POVI step into the house, expecting obedience, control, finality. Behind me, Sean drags himself in, his movements stiff and uneven. I notice immediately that he is limping, favouring one leg, his shirt smeared with scratches.“What the hell happened to you?” I demand sharply, striding past the threshold. Sean tries to speak, but a groan escapes instead. His face is pale, and his eyes are wide, trying to convey a warning I don’t want to hear.“They… they fought back, Father,” Sean manages between gritted teeth, dragging a hand across his forehead.“They’re… they’re not …” He struggles. I cut him off, brushing past, assuming he’s exaggerating.“Don’t overstate it, Sean. Children? How could they possibly …” I begin.Then it begins. A vase topples from the mantelpiece, shattering into pieces. A rolling pin spins across the floor like a weapon. Carmen’s tiny, precise kicks send a lamp tumbling, and Connor flips off a chair, landing perfectly and charging at me like a miniature stor
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