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“How—how did he find us?” I ask Aiden, my voice trembling. “He wasn’t supposed to have any way of knowing we’re here.”

I’m sobbing, glancing nervously over my shoulder while clutching my small belly.

“Relax. He won’t be able to track us down,” Aiden assures me as he helps me into his car.

Almost immediately, the driver pulls away, and a few minutes later, we arrive at the house where I now live with Ginevra. My hands shake as I fumble with the door, so Aiden ...