Amelia POV

A week had passed since the warehouse, since the gunshot that echoed through my bones long after the sound faded. Time moved strangely after trauma—too fast in moments, unbearably slow in others. Some mornings I woke up reaching for Luke before remembering he was safe in the next room. Other mornings, I woke with Ethan’s voice still lodged in my head, calm and cruel, like a scar that refused to fade.

Margaret and Ethan were in prison now, sentenced swiftly, their crimes ...