When he saw the three girls wake alone in the dark, whispering for him, something inside Matthew shattered beyond repair.
As Claire struck Hannah in a violent outburst, Matthew burst through the glass doors. Chaos erupted.
Hannah told the truth.
Matthew ran downstairs and found the triplets huddled together, shaking.
“It’s Daddy,” he whispered, pulling them into his arms. “You’re safe. It’s over.”
“Da… Daddy…”
They clung to him.
Upstairs, Matthew played the recordings. Sirens followed. Claire screamed, threatened, denied—but no one defended her.
As she was taken away, the girls watched calmly.
The monster had lost her power.
Later, Hannah tried to resign.
“Leave?” Matthew said softly. “You saved my children.”
Months passed. The house filled with warmth again. The triplets grew stronger. Hannah studied and built a future. Matthew learned how to listen instead of control.
One evening, Matthew gave Hannah a white-gold pendant shaped like three paper airplanes intertwined.
“So we can all keep flying forward,” he said.
And when the triplets laughed—three voices, bright and fearless—that sound healed everything that had once been broken.
