Matt just stands there for a second, breathing heavy, staring at her lifeless body. Then a sound leaves him—part sob, part sigh, part exhausted exorcism—and he turns around, grabs Fiona and Ben into his arms, and kisses them both. On the mouth. Like a man who just survived the worst storm of his life.
“She’s never going to hurt us again,” he whispers, over and over. “She’s gone. She’s finally gone.”
Tears slip down Fiona’s cheeks as Ben holds Matt’s face like he’s the most precious thing in the world. It’s not chaos anymore. It’s peace.
Mum doesn’t even glance at the body. She’s already at my side, healing the baby with steady, glowing hands. I watch in awe as the gash seals and the redness fades from his skin. He hiccups, snuffles, then starts sucking on his own fist like he’s the hung
