The rain pounded the rooftop like the war drums of fate. Inside the dimly lit house, tension crackled in the air. Lila stood protectively in front of the crib, eyes wide, heart pounding, as Julie Flora burst through the door, soaked and wild-eyed. “You don’t deserve her!” Julie screamed, pointing toward the infant, Lilo, who stirred softly in her sleep. “You lied to me, Lila! You stole my child!” “She’s not yours!” Lila cried, clutching the edge of the crib. “You lost that right the day you disappeared!” Julie’s face twisted with fury. “I did what I had to do. You have no idea what I went through to survive.” In a blur, Julie lunged forward. The two women crashed into each other, struggling, screaming. Furniture toppled. A picture frame shattered on the ground. Lila clawed to hold her ground, her arms shielding the crib. But Julie was relentless—desperation had made her stronger than fear. “Oh God, please don’t!” Lila begged, tears streaming as Julie shoved her aside. With trembling arms, Julie scooped Lilo up. The baby wailed, sensing the chaos. Julie cradled her tightly, a mix of guilt and possessiveness flashing in her eyes. “I won’t let you take her from me again.” Outside, sirens wailed—too late or just in time? Lila crawled toward them, sobbing. “She’s not a trophy, Julie. She’s a child. She needs peace. She needs love.” Julie paused, frozen, torn between vengeance and the truth in Lila’s voice.
