Chapter 17 - Six Months LaterWinter passed.
Then spring.
The nightmare slowly became a memory.
Six months after the attack, sunlight poured through the windows of the Thorne-Vance estate.
A nursery stood ready.
White walls.
Soft blankets.
A wooden crib.
And a tiny embroidered American flag resting beside it.
Khloe sat in a rocking chair.
In her arms was her newborn son.
Healthy.
Perfect.
Alive.
Marcus entered carrying two cups of coffee.
He stopped when he saw them.
His eyes softened.
“How are my favorite people?”
May you like
Khloe smiled.
“Better than ever.”
