After two nights in the hospital, we were cleared to go home. Liam had arranged everything so our departure would remain private. He was determined that the world would meet our daughter on our terms, not theirs.

The drive was quiet, filled with the soft sound of Sophia breathing in her carrier. My fingers brushed the edge of the blanket covering her, as if I needed to keep reminding myself she was real and not some dream I might wake from.

At the estate gates, I caught sight of a massive ...