Inside, the house was almost completely empty.
No furniture.
No pictures.
No signs that a family once lived there.
Just bare wooden floors and the hollow echo of their footsteps.
“Mommy,” Emma called softly.
“I brought someone to help.”
From deeper inside the house, a weak voice answered.
“Emma, baby… come here.”
And in that moment, Rocco realized that whatever had been done to this family wasn’t just theft.
It was cruelty.
And someone was about to pay for it.
