Chapter 43

• A YEAR LATER
• Amara Denz
• The nursery was lavender soft, tiny white stars sprinkled on the ceiling. Amara Denz rocked gently back and forth in the wooden rocker; her gaze fixed on the crib where her newborn daughter slept. The baby's tiny fingers wrapped around the edge of the mattress, skin still soft and sweet with new-baby innocence. Amara's heart ached with a love that surprised her, a love that was overwhelming and terrifying.