Olivia's POV

The words echoed through the dimly lit room like a distant thunderclap: "She's still breathing; even though Olivia thinks her little girl is gone forever, she's very much alive." It was Ethan's voice, low and conspiratorial, as he spoke into his phone.

Glancing at the glowing clock on the nightstand, I saw it was three in the morning, and the world outside the window remained shrouded in impenetrable darkness.

There, in the cramped confines of this rundown apartment, Ethan ...