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      Naples, Florida

      Claire had never been more content.

      “I’m glad we don’t have to be scared anymore,” her daughter, Lexi, said on their usual night walk around their neighborhood. “’Specially now that I’m almost five. Even in the dark ’cause it’s October now.”

      She was holding hands between Claire and her stepfather, Nick, skipping along on the cul-de-sac circled by their large, new house and four others. It was just after 6:30 in the evening. Nick carried a flashlight but hadn’t turned it on since the houses and pole lights, as well as the sharp slice of moon in the sky, made it light enough to see.

      Nick, a criminal lawyer and senior partner of a big law firm, had told Claire he’d been at his desk and conference table all day and needed to clear his head before a late dinner for adults only. Claire had fed Lexi already.

      She thought the night was so lovely with its soft air and welcome low humidity when they’d been living in air-conditioning for months. She was glad for a walk, because she was almost five months pregnant with their first child, and mild exercise also helped with her narcolepsy. She was fighting to keep the disease under control with the addition of herbal remedies instead of relying only on hard-hitting meds. Although her ob-gyn had assured her the prescriptions would do no harm, she was worried about having a healthy baby.

      All they’d been through over the past number of months had made her anxious about things somehow going wrong. Still, she had no intention of putting up walls around herself or her family. As ever, she’d found reaching out to help others helped her. To that end, she was still tending her website Clear Path, using her forensic psychology training as a consultant for companies hiring staff or even consumer fraud issues—all by laptop or phone, since she was planning to stay home for the foreseeable future. Her only in-person outreach was with her sister to help a group of at-risk youngsters.

      “Nope, nothing is scary anymore,” Claire assured her daughter. “But remember what we were saying about looking carefully both ways before crossing any street, even a quiet one like this? You said your teacher talked about that, so it’s important.”

      The child nodded, but the skipping stopped. Claire had to admit she’d gone easy on her lately, especially since their archenemy had died and they’d felt safe to come home again.

      Even before she married Nick, it had been a dangerous roller coaster ride with him. At least they and Lexi’s father, Jace, had come to an understanding about sharing the child. Lexi had even adapted well to calling Jace “Daddy” and Nick “Dad.” Claire did worry, though, that since Jace had a serious female friend—whom she and Lexi both liked—that she’d someday have to share Lexi for longer periods.

      “You okay with this walk, sweetheart?” Nick asked Claire. “Not too tired?”

      “I feel fine,” she insisted, and smiled at him in the glow of a neighbor’s post light. She wished

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