As the front door slammed shut behind him,
Vivian stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, the shattered glass still glittering on the floor like some twisted confetti from hell.
Christopher was gone.
Gone after whoever the hell had the audacity to threaten them.
And her?
She was still shaking.
Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the countertop, trying to breathe. But it was no use. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it, the way that brick slammed into their window, the way her body jerked, the panic that strangled her when she thought for one horrifying second that something had happened to the baby.
She wondered if Lucy was still around them what might happen.
Oh God, Lucy.
Vivian’s stomach twisted.
What if they had timed it just a little earlier? What if
