Molly’s POVEva is still nestled in my arms when we arrive home. Fear makes her tremble with each sound, and she shivers like she has been kept in a cold room for way too long. “Turn the heater up,” I yell to the housekeepers as I race into the living room, placing her gingerly on the couch. Her little hands hold on to me, not wanting to let go.“Shhhh,” I whisper, patting her damp hair gently. “You are safe, baby. Thank God.”Jason walks inside, carrying Lila in his arms. “How is she doing?”At first, I ignore the man I have called husband for more than five years, singing a soft lullaby to Eva. She is still in shock, and falling asleep will be hard. But I have to try. For her sake, I have to. “Molly, how is she doing?” This time, it is Amanda who asks, her tone sharper. Something snaps in me as I whip my head around, my eyes falling on them. It is so ironic that they look like the perfect family, while I, the one trying to ruin them."In shock," I reply, getting on my feet. "What
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