Chapter 4 - THE THRESHOLD
The heavy brass handle of the mahogany front door turned with a crisp click.
The door swung inward, letting in a rush of cool afternoon air.
Julian stepped into the foyer.
His charcoal grey business suit was sharp, a leather briefcase held firmly in his right hand.
His eyes swept across the hallway in a single second.
He saw the fallen towels on the floor.
He saw his mother standing tall in her purple suit, her hand still half-raised.
He saw his pregnant wife kneeling on the floor, holding their son, her left cheek bright red beneath the hallway lights.
Julian’s briefcase slipped from his fingers.
It hit the wooden floor with a heavy, hollow thud.
The color drained instantly from his face, leaving his jaw rigid and pale.
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"What did you do?" Julian asked.
His voice was terrifyingly low, echoing off the high ceilings of the foyer.
