She had always had a mother.

She had always had a home.

It had simply been stolen, along with her, and now, impossibly, it had been returned, and I got to hand my son the birthright I never had: the plain, unshakable knowledge, from his first breath, that he belonged to people who would never stop coming for him.

Chapter 27 — The Rewriting

Over the following months the world I had known was rewritten around me.

Dexter Ostrander was denied bail.