Amelia POV

Rebecca’s words sliced through me like a blade. She is not your child… after you killed her.

For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. The room spun, the walls seemed to close in. My ears rang with the echo of her accusation, louder than my own scream, louder than the thundering of my heart.

Killed her?

My fingers trembled as they dug deeper into the teddy bear’s worn fur, my chest heaving in ragged gasps. The weight of Rebecca’s fury, her hand still tangled in my ...