AMELIA POV

The sunlight streaming through the Ashford estate's windows feels wrong.

Too bright. Too normal.

I sit curled in the corner of the sunroom, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the gardens where security guards patrol in pairs. One week since Lydia held that gun. One week since I thought I'd watch Daniel die.

One week, and I still can't breathe right.

"Mrs. Sterling?" A gentle voice pulls me back.

Dr. Katherine Bloom settles into the chair across from me, her notebook resting on her ...