Heather's POV
Regina had a point there. I'm not the one carrying the baby of a serial killer, so I can't imagine how she is feeling right now. When Steven came home with Joy, he saw us on the couch and gave us space. Going into the closet, he brought out a huge blanket and placed on me and Regina. She had cried herself to sleep and is currently laying on my lap. I continue to rub her back and assure her that everything will be okay.
Joy looked concerned and quietly sat down across from us on the recliner. "It's good to see you, Heather. I'm so sorry about Stefanie." I could see the tears forming in her eyes. Joy was always a mother figure to me and my sister. Steven hands me and Joy a cup of coffee before he takes a seat on the other recline in the living room.
"I see Regina is taking
