In the kitchen, Ben was making coffee. Her sister had stayed over after the fundraiser and was sleeping on the couch. For once, there was no emergency. No contract. No … Continue reading PART 9 — The Message That Tried to Break Her The morning after the fundraiser, Rosie woke up feeling lighter than she had in years. Sunlight came through the nursery curtains. Lily was already awake, kicking her tiny feet beneath her blanket. Noah had one fist pressed against his cheek, still dreaming. Rosie stood between their cribs and smiled. “Good morning, my little stars,” she whispered…