A soft creak.

It came from upstairs.

Every horror scenario flashed in my mind. I sprinted up the stairs two at a time, my legs barely functioning. My heart was hammering, drowning out every logical thought.

At the top of the stairs, I saw the bathroom door slightly ajar. I pushed it open.

Empty.

The mirror was fogged. Someone had taken a shower. Recently.

I turned to Lila’s room. The door was wide open. Her bed was unmade — covers kicked aside — and the closet was open, a few hangers swaying slightly, like someone had rushed through.

I felt dizzy.

My phone. I pulled it from my purse with trembling hands. No messages. No missed calls. I dialed Jamie. It rang once. Twice.

Then straight to voicemail.

“Jamie, where the hell are you? Where’s Lila? You said you’d stay here! Call me back the second you get this!”

I was pacing now, pacing and gasping for air, trying to stay grounded. My daughter. My baby girl. Where was she?

I called again. Same thing.

Then… another sound. This time from downstairs.

I stopped.

It wasn’t the creak of a floorboard. It was… keys. In the front door.

I bolted down the stairs just in time to see the door swing open.

There he was.

Jamie. Holding Lila in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, her tiny head resting against his shoulder. She was asleep. Peaceful. Mouth slightly open, arms limp with exhaustion.

I rushed toward them, tears already blurring my vision.

“What the hell, Jamie?! Where were you? I’ve been calling—this isn’t okay! You can’t just disappear with her!”

He looked up at me, his face pale, eyes wide — but not with guilt. With something else.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I should’ve called. But she—” he glanced at Lila and held her tighter, “she had a seizure.”

The world tilted.

“What?”

“She collapsed in the kitchen. Just dropped her spoon and started shaking. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. My phone was dead. I just… I wrapped her up and drove straight to the ER.”

I took a step back, legs giving in under me.

“She had a febrile seizure,” he continued, his voice breaking. “They said it happens sometimes with a sudden fever. She’s okay now, but… I was scared. I couldn’t leave her alone, not even for a second.”

I looked at her. Her face was flushed but calm. I touched her forehead — warm, but no longer burning.

And Jamie — he looked like a man who had aged five years in a few hours. Like he’d sat through hell and back with her tiny hand in his.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he said again. “But I swear, I didn’t leave her side. I never will.”

I nodded, speechless. My breath came in gasps, the storm inside me slowly settling.

The house had been empty, but not because he’d failed me.

Because he saved her.

And for the first time in a long time, I saw him not as the broken brother I didn’t trust…

…but as the uncle, she might just be lucky to have.