Jana cooed.

Allison closed the door, leaned against it, and exhaled. Jana looked up at her, calm now, as if she understood that her mama had just won a war she didn’t even know was being fought.

"No more cameras, little one," Allison whispered, kissing Jana’s forehead. "No more followers. No more likes. Just us."

A familiar face filled the screen. It was Detective Reyes, the woman who had helped her disappear three years ago. "Allison, we’ve been monitoring Marcus’s devices. He just incriminated himself on your doorstep recording. We have everything. Stay inside. Units are on the way."