Rourke nodded toward Hannah. “She changed more than the kitchen.”

Adrian watched her lay Lucas in the crib. “Yes.”

Hannah recovered emotionally more slowly than anyone realized. The kidnapping left no serious physical injury, but some nights she woke unable to breathe, certain she heard Lucas crying from a distant room.

Other nights, memories of Grace returned with such clarity she could smell the hospital disinfectant and feel her daughter’s tiny weight in her arms. Adrian never told her to move on.

He sat beside her. Sometimes they spoke; sometimes they stayed silent until dawn.

One night, Hannah found him standing outside Isabel’s untouched bedroom.