They returned to the beach on their honeymoon, the same private stretch of sand where Robert had first taken Emma and the children all those months ago. But this time, everything was different.

The children ran and laughed and splashed in the water, but there was no shadow of fear hanging over them. They were just children, playing on a beach, enjoying a vacation with their family. The trauma that had defined their early lives was receding, becoming a memory rather than a ...