Ryan Parker stood motionless in the nursery doorway, staring at the bloodstain on the cream rug as though his brain could not process what his eyes were showing him.
For several seconds, he did not move.
He did not breathe.
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Ryan Parker stood motionless in the nursery doorway, staring at the bloodstain on the cream rug as though his brain could not process what his eyes were showing him.
For several seconds, he did not move.
He did not breathe.
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