#Chapter72

Imara stood beside the big picture window, fidgeting with her necklace as lightning flashed beyond trees that lined the other side of the lake. “It’s just a storm. You’re working yourself up over nothing.”

She picked Eliza up from the playpen, then covered her in a blanket as Ben came from the bathroom. “We better move before it really starts pouring. It’s dreadfully ugly out there.”

Ben kissed Imara’s forehead. “Yeah, I’m ready. Don’t be scared, Baby. This mess will be over soon.”

As Imara touched the doorknob, Daniel’s voice whispered in her ears. ‘Don’t be afraid. You’re coming home.’ With her lips quivering as she pressed them together,...