Rain tapped gently on the wide windows at the Roman's Estate as if nature itself was afraid to break the silence. Alexa stood in the hallway, fingers trailing the carved edge picture frame. Her recovery had been steady, and her physical wounds had mostly healed. Her baby bump was becoming more obvious, but the hollowness in her memories was an ache no doctor could soothe.

She watched herself in a mirror, a stranger staring back at her name felt foreign, and her smile felt furrowed. Even the ...