Chapter 24 The Edge Of Memory

• The weight of the nursery door closed with a soft click behind Lucas, but the moment hung loud in Emma’s chest. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed Olivia’s curls and tucked the blanket closer to Noah’s shoulder. The hum of the baby monitor and the subtle scent of lavender oil should’ve soothed her.
• Instead, her mind spiraled.
• Her grandfather. A killer. A puppeteer behind her mother’s death and the chaos now breathing down her neck. Desmond Vexley wasn’t just a shadow in a folder or a ghost of family legend.