Lily's POV

I stand on the sidewalk across the street from 1247 Elm Street, staring at the house that once held my nightmares. One year ago today, I married Tony in a garden ceremony that felt like a dream. Now, exactly twelve months later, I'm about to open the doors to the Emma Grace Foundation headquarters, built inside the walls where I was tortured, poisoned, and nearly murdered.

"You okay?" Tony asks softly beside me, Emma balanced on his hip. She's almost two now, chattering constantly and calling him "Daddy" without hesitation.

"I'm okay," I say, and I mean it.

The house looks completely different now. Where there were once...