ade sense.
Ava had been perfectly fine that morning.
The days afterward barely felt real.
People crowded our house with casseroles, flowers, and whispered condolences while I drifted through rooms like a ghost.
My sister Jenna stayed with me because she was afraid I’d stop functioning entirely.
She wasn’t wrong.
Meanwhile, Mark handled everything.
The funeral home.
The church.
The paperwork.
Every time someone asked me a question, my husband answered for me.
At the time, I thought he was protecting me.
Now I know he was protecting himself.
Five days after the funeral, I sat alone in the living room wearing the same oversized sweatshirt I’d slept in for two nights straight.
The silence inside the house felt unbearable without Ava’s laughter echoing through it.
Then my phone rang.
Miss Greenwood again.
Her voice trembled immediately.
“Mrs. Carter… I don’t know if I should even be calling. But I was reviewing security footage from the daycare after everything that happened.”
My stomach tightened.
“And?”
