Apart from Stanley Batton and the children, everyone else in the nursery was frozen in place.

It was as if somebody had pressed pause on the computer.

Sharon Lindt walked up to Wilson Batton and gently touched his face. “What’s going on?”

After that, Sharon felt even more shocked.

Wilson seemed normal, still breathing, but he couldn't respond at all. He didn't move or smile.

It was as if he had been petrified.

Sharon’s eyes filled with tears. “Stan, what’s going on?”

Despite having been