Messier Rooms
Even though the family tried to reassure me, things only got worse. Sarah’s room, once tidy and neatly arranged, turned into a cluttered mess where more belongings seemed to vanish with each passing week. “Dad, have you seen my bracelet?” she asked one afternoon, her eyes darting frantically around the room. Watching her so distressed broke my heart. I forced a calm tone and told her, “We’ll find it, sweetheart,” but deep inside, a disturbing realization was forming. Something beyond simple mischief was unfolding.
Messier Rooms
Sarah Shares Concerns
One especially chaotic day, Sarah came to me with a troubled expression. “Dad, I don’t like it when Jake and Noah come over,” she whispered nervously. My chest tightened. “Why, honey?” I asked gently, kneeling to meet her eyes. “They make me feel… uneasy,” she admitted. Her words struck me harder than I expected, echoing the same doubts I’d been quietly nursing. I pulled her into a hug, promising silently that I would watch more carefully from that moment on.
Sarah Shares Concerns
