Meanwhile, Arthur and Gloria were alone in the large mansion, inside Arthur’s bedroom.The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the space.Hours had passed.Aiden and James had left with Beta Greg, and none of them had returned.Gloria sat at the edge of Arthur’s bed, staring at the little boy who refused to close his eyes.She had tried everything.She had told him stories.She had sung to him.She had even promised him that she would stay beside him until he fell asleep.But Arthur remained wide awake.He kept shifting beneath the covers, turning from one side of the bed to the other, his small fingers repeatedly pulling at the blanket.Something was bothering him.Gloria could see it in his eyes.She sighed softly.She was worried.Worried about Amelia.Worried about her father.Worried about everything that had happened in the past few days.She didn’t understand why Amelia had disappeared.She didn’t understand why her father had gone with
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