I cradled Madison’s stomach gently, feeling the firm roundness of it beneath my hands. She was a vision of motherhood at seven months pregnant, her belly a testament to the life we’d created together. 

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how far we’d come—no more pregnancy scares, no more stalker issues. It’d been quiet since Kiera’s body was found, and Madison hadn’t received any more texts, or letters with questionable contents. 

Madison’s laughter ...