Hannah approached the packhouse, the cool air of the evening sending a chill down her spine. She had barely taken a few steps inside when she heard the muffled cries of children echoing through the halls. A knot twisted in her stomach as she recognized the voices—Tim and Sarah, Jeffrey’s children.
Peeking around the corner, she saw them huddled together in the living room, their small forms shaking with sobs. They were clinging to Jeffrey, their papa, who knelt beside them, his expression a mix of concern and frustration.
“Please, Papa! We want to see him!” Tim cried, his voice breaking. “We want to see Dad!”
Sarah echoed her brother’s sentiment, her little hands clutching at Jeffrey’s shirt as tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s not fair! We just want to say goodbye!”
Hannah’s heart
