Chapter 94 A Little Cuddle

• From the moment Britney got the news of the attack on Brandon, she hadn’t been able to stop crying. Just as she was settling into their house, she’d learned how close she’d come to losing him. The thought of nearly losing her brother haunted her, replaying in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't escape. As Lornado drove her home, her sobs filled the car, each one piercing him deeply. He hated to hear her cry, to see her so vulnerable and fragile. It tore at him, making him question why she couldn't be stronger.
• When they arrived home, Britney went straight to the bathroom for a quick shower, hoping to wash away the remnants of the day and the tears that had stained her face. She then headed to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. The day's events replayed in her mind, a relentless loop that she couldn’t escape. Restless, she climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen, seeking something to calm her nerves—a snack or perhaps a drink.
• As she moved through the darkened apartment, the quiet murmur of voices and the rustle of activity reached her ears. In the darkness, the whispers and faint footsteps seemed like masked shadows, figures moving stealthily around her. Panic seized her, and she let out a scream, curling into a ball in the corner, her body trembling.