I left my daughter with my brother, but the moment I walked back in, I knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet—eerily still. No cartoons, no laughter, no scattered toys. Just silence… and that awful, sinking feeling in my gut. I hadn’t wanted to leave her with Jamie. He had a messy past—drinking,…

I left my daughter with my brother, but the moment I walked back in, I knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet—eerily still. No cartoons, no laughter, no scattered toys. Just silence… and that awful, sinking feeling in my gut.I hadn’t wanted to leave her with Jamie. He had a messy past—drinking, disappearing, disappointing. But my sitter canceled last minute, and my neighbor was out of town. Jamie said he’d changed. Swore he could handle it. I wanted to believe him, just this once.I stepped inside and called her name. Nothing. Her favorite stuffed bunny was missing from the couch. Her room was a wreck—drawers open, blankets tossed. My heart pounded. It felt like they had vanished. I was already dialing 911 when I heard keys at the door.Jamie walked in, holding Lila wrapped in a blanket. His face was pale. “She had a seizure,” he whispered. “I rushed her to the ER.” No time to call. No hesitation. She was safe—because of him. And in that moment, I didn’t see the brother I feared. I saw the man who saved my little girl.