Lily's POVI stand on the sidewalk across the street from 1247 Elm Street, staring at the house that once held my nightmares. One year ago today, I married Tony in a garden ceremony that felt like a dream. Now, exactly twelve months later, I'm about to open the doors to the Emma Grace Foundation headquarters, built inside the walls where I was tortured, poisoned, and nearly murdered.

"You okay?" Tony asks softly beside me, Emma balanced on his hip. She's almost two now, chattering constantly and ...