THREAT

Evelyn sat comfortably in the bedroom, the soft pastel walls creating a soothing atmosphere. She gently cradled her twins, Dante and Dimitri, to her chest, their tiny hands grasping at her as they fed.

The quiet hum of the room was interrupted only by the occasional contented sigh from the babies.

Dominic stood nearby, his expression distant and troubled. He watched Evelyn with their sons, his love for them evident, but the worry in his eyes was unmistakable. Evelyn noticed his demeanor and softly called his name.

“Dominic?”

He looked up, snapping out of his thoughts, and she signaled for him to come closer. He obeyed, leaning in to peck her lips gently before kissing each of his sons on their tiny foreheads.

“What’s wrong? Why do you look so stressed?”

Evelyn asked, her voice filled with concern.

Dominic shook his head, attempting a smile.

“It’s nothing, Evelyn. Don’t worry about it.”

Evelyn frowned, knowing him too well to be fooled. Before she could press further, there was a k