ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO

SYLVIA'S POV

As I approached the scene, my heart raced and my breaths came in shallow gasps. “Oh god, oh god,” I whispered, trying to steady myself as I took in the chaos.

Zenith and Zendaya were still sobbing uncontrollably, their faces flushed with fear. I spotted Dora, who was standing there, her expression frozen in shock. “Dora, get my kids out of here!” I shouted, but she didn’t seem to respond. I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly. “Dora, get them out and bring my phone. We need to call the cops!” I insisted.

Dora blinked, her hands trembling, as she picked up Zenith and Zendaya. I watched her stumble out of the bathroom with my children, my mind racing. “And call Paul and Rex to come help!” I added, desperate for support.

Turning back to the bathroom, I knelt beside Grayson, who was lying on the floor, a pool of blood and water around him. The sight of him in such a state made my stomach churn. He must have slipped on the wet floor and hit his head on the sink. The cu