The triplets reacted instantly, as if some silent signal had passed through them at the same time. One moment they were giggling over their late night cups of warm milk, their upper lips decorated with white moustaches that made them look like mischievous little kittens. The next moment, the fun drained out of their faces. Their eyes grew wide, serious, and perfectly aligned, like three small mirrors reflecting the same thought at once. The muffled sound of something heavy striking the floor had reached their ears, a thud that did not belong in the rhythm of the night.
"Mom," Luther blurted, his voice breaking the stillness. He dropped his cup on the small table at his side, so quickly that milk sloshed over the rim and dribbled onto his fingers. The spill did not matter. His heart thudded faster than his feet could move, his first instinct already pulling him toward the sound.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
