Mom, don’t drink from that glass! The new dad PUT SOMETHING IN IT. Mary was in shock hearing these words from her daughter and decided to SWITCH the glasses. What she saw made her hair STAND ON END

Sunday morning began with the comforting aroma of coffee and the rustle of Mary’s newspaper in her cozy apartment. After months of strain with Victor, her new husband, life seemed to stabilize. He was attentive, kind, even to her daughter Sophie, though Sophie remained distant, cautious around him.

Victor entered the kitchen, smiling, carrying a tray of toast, jam, and three glasses of orange juice. He placed one glass near Mary, saying, “This is for you, dear, you need vitamins.” Sophie, across the table, tensed, her eyes flicking to the glass, then to Victor as he turned to pour coffee. Mary sensed her daughter’s unease, her heart quickening.

“Mom, don’t drink from that glass! The new dad put something in it!” Sophie’s voice trembled but held firm. Mary froze, the glass inches from her lips. Shocked, she lowered it, instincts screaming. Acting swiftly, she swapped her glass with Victor’s. As he turned back, his smile vanished, replaced by a flicker of panic in his eyes. Mary’s hair stood on end, dread coursing through her. She realized Sophie’s warning wasn’t childish fear—something sinister was at play, and she had to protect her daughter.