Imogene Scott

I place the note on the dining table and exhale. My breath is a little shaky as I head toward Lily's room. She's still asleep, her little chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I pull the door shut quietly behind me and head for my bedroom.

I rush through a shower and by the time I step out of the bath, the ache in my chest has dulled. I barely have time to wrap the towel around me before the doorbell rings. My heart stutters.

Is it him?

I walk to the door, the tiles cold under my bare feet. When I open it, there he...