For a moment, Kelsie’s expression didn’t change. It was like she didn’t quite understand the gravity of what she’d done. Then, as if finally aware of my panic, she put down her phone and walked towards us.

Ellie,” I whispered as I knelt down, fumbling with the latch to free her. “It’s okay, honey. You’re not a tiger anymore. You’re safe.”

As soon as the door swung open, Ellie scrambled into my arms, her little body shaking against mine. I held her tight, whispering reassurances into her hair as she clung to me like a lifeline. Her brother shuffled closer, his big eyes watching us silently.