It did.

Chapter 12 — The House

When I got home that afternoon, the air in the house was thick enough to choke on.

My mother-in-law, Sybil, sat in the living room with our four girls — Ramona, seven; Neve, five; Opal, three; Juno, two.

The girls ran to me and wrapped themselves around my waist, desperate to meet their baby brother.

But Sybil sat with her arms folded and looked at me with the same cold, accusing stare her son had worn.