Gwen closed the heavy, reinforced door behind her with a soft click, her heart still racing from the sight of the chaos outside. The penthouse, usually a sanctuary of modern elegance and sleek design, felt more like a fortress tonight. The low hum of the security system was the only sound, a thin barrier between them and the horrors just beyond the glass.

She walked down the hallway, past the polished marble and art-lined walls, until she found him in their son’s room. The soft glow of the nightlight cast a warm halo over the two figures on the bed. Her husband sat at the edge, holding their son close. The little boy’s wide eyes were fixed on the window, where shadows danced ominously in the distance.

Gwen crossed the room in a few quick strides and scooped him into her arms, holding him tight. He buried his face in her shoulder, small hands clutching her shirt.

“Let me guess, another night of not sleeping?”