"Baby, I know you're in here. Come out quickly, or I'll spank you. Aha, there you are!"
As soon as the word 'are' fell, Forsythia quickly opened the door of the second wardrobe.
There was indeed someone in the second wardrobe.
But not her little baby.
"Emmett Atkinson."
Emmett stared at Forsythia with big eyes, looking confused.
Blood filled the wardrobe.
Something was wrong.
"Emmett Atkinson." Forsythia yelled again.
Emmett spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying it all over Forsythia as he fell towards her.
Forsythia hurriedly caught him, only then realizing that there was a dagger plunged into his back with only the hilt visible.
She screamed, "Emmett Atkinson, someone, help!"
