Travis rushed into the hospital, his arms protectively around his son. “Don’t be scared, Quinton,” he said, voice tight with worry. “We’re almost there. The doctor’s going to make you feel better soon.”They hurried through the sliding doors of the emergency department. Travis darted between the registration counter and the triage area, trying to find help as fast as possible.Meanwhile, Quinton sat weakly on a chair nearby, his small hands clutching his stomach, his face pale and unfocused.When Travis finally returned with a doctor, he happened to glance up—and froze. Across the hall stood Eric, his expression drawn and tense.For a second, Travis couldn’t move. A jumble of emotions welled up inside him—resentment, confusion, and something darker he couldn’t quite name. Why was Eric here, looking so shaken?He handed Quinton over to the doctor for examination and began walking toward Eric, each step heavy with suspicion.As he drew closer, he noticed the bloodstains on Eric’s
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