JANICE'S POV
The truth is finally out, not all of it and not every secret we've been carrying, but enough to change everything, enough that I spend half the night staring at the ceiling and waiting for the sound of a door closing behind Eden.
The strange thing is that it never comes, and when I wake up the next morning, he's still here.
The apartment is quiet except for the sound of cartoons playing softly in the living room and the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.
For a moment I lie there staring at the ceiling, almost convincing myself the last few days never happened.
Then reality returns.
Chloe.
Lisa.
The reporter.
The truth, all of it.
Before I can spiral too far, a small body launches onto the bed.
"Mom!"
I grunt as eight-year-old elbows find places elbows sho
