"Mommy?"

Harper's voice was barely a whisper.

Rachel lay on a stretcher as paramedics carefully brought her into the living room.

The little girl stood motionless.

Her mother looked different.

Thinner.

Paler.

But when Rachel reached out her hand, Harper recognized the gentle smile.

"Hi, Little Butterfly."

Harper began sobbing.

"MOMMY!"

She ran toward the stretcher, stopping when a paramedic gently asked her to approach slowly.

Rachel reached for her daughter.

Harper pressed her cheek against her mother's hand.

"Where did you go, Mommy?"

Rachel's voice trembled.

"I didn't want to leave you, baby."

Harper held up the yellow stuffed butterfly.

"I kept him for you."

Rachel cried.

"You took good care of him."

Michael stood beside them, unable to stop his own tears.

For ten months, he had lived believing his wife was dead.

Harper had spent nights crying for a mother she could still hear beneath the house.

Now they were together again.

But outside, police officers were searching for Evelyn.

And Rachel had one more terrible secret to reveal.

Chapter cliffhanger: "Michael," she whispered, "Evelyn didn't do this just because of the money."