When they arrived at their little cottage, Casey's heart sank. The place was in disarray, furniture overturned, and belongings scattered everywhere. It looked like a whirlwind had swept through, leaving chaos in its wake.
She quickly checked the small wooden compartment where she kept her savings, relief washing over her as she saw that the coins were still there. Her gaze swept the room, taking in the mess. It seemed that whoever had broken in had been looking for something specific, but all that was missing was some food – a loaf of bread and a pot of leftover soup.
Casey tried to reassure Lily that everything was okay, but her daughter's wide eyes told her that Lily was scared. Together, they worked in silence, cleaning up the mess until late into the night.
