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She walked toward them with a tight smile and told them they needed to “learn discipline.” The words sounded ordinary, but something in her tone made the older child uneasy.
But when she opened the small doghouse at the edge of the yard, fear finally surfaced.
“Please… we didn’t do anything wrong,” the girl whispered, instinctively pulling her ten-month-old brother closer.
Inside, it was cold and pitch black. The baby began to cry, frightened by the unfamiliar smells and the sudden silence. The girl pressed her forehead to the wooden wall, fighting back her own tears as she rocked him gently.
“Don’t cry,” she whispered. “Daddy will be home soon.”
Then, finally, the doorbell rang.
Certain she had fixed the problem, she greeted her husband with a smile and walked beside him toward the house.