In the dim hours of the early morning, Lyra woke to an unsettling silence. She sat up, glancing around her room. Usually, she could hear the quiet, comforting sounds of her newborn sleeping close by, and Mina's soft, calming breathing. But tonight, everything was eerily still.
A chill ran down her spine as she climbed out of bed, calling out softly, "Mina?" Her voice echoed in the empty space. She called again, louder this time, her heartbeat growing louder with each unanswered moment. She rushed to the crib, but it was empty. Her son was gone.
Panic surged through her veins. "Mina? Where are you?" she shouted, hoping to hear any sign of her maid's presence. She frantically searched the room, opening every door and closet, as though somehow, they might be hiding inside.
