I’ll never know what really happened between Kelly and Greg or Kelly and Scott. Was she a victim of the men in her life? Was she abused? Or was she a girl who cried wolf? I’ll never know and neither will anyone else. That’s the thing about relationships, you never really know what’s going on in them, unless you’re a part of them. Just like no one will ever know what happened between Adam and me. We all have our own truth and everything outside that truth is just a story.

Speaking of story, Adam did go on to write his tell-all. He titled it, Innocence isn’t Enough: The Adam Morgan Story. Of course, he couldn’t resist having his name on the cover… twice. It was a huge success, a New York Times bestseller, translated into forty different languages, and Netflix even made it into a four-part true crime documentary mini-series. The whole thing made millions and as an inmate on death row, Adam wasn’t allowed to keep his portion of the proceeds, so he opted to donate it all to a justice nonprofit. He hoped that they’d be able to prove his innocence. Ironically enough, after reviewing the details of his proceedings, they declined to take on Adam’s case. That one still makes me laugh.

Stabbed thirty-seven times. You might be wondering how I could do that to another woman. Easy. If someone came into your home and stole something of yours, would you defend yourself? You probably think I’m talking about Kelly Summers, but I’m not. I’m talking about Adam. There are always casualties in war: Kelly was just that.

A divorce would have given Adam half of everything I own. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve me. I vowed to never be like my mother. Allowing any man to take what I had earned and what I had worked hard for would make me just as weak as she was. In the end, Adam got the one thing he did deserve.

“How’d it go?” Bob asks as I climb into the passenger’s seat of our Mercedes.

“Just as we planned.” I smile and lean across the center console to kiss him on the lips.

“Mommy,” Summer says from the back seat.

“Yes, sweetheart.” I look back at her and smile at my beautiful eight-year-old baby girl.

She’s the spitting image of Bob and me, perfect in every way, and I vowed when I found out I was pregnant that I would never make any of the same mistakes my mother made. Summer won’t have to save herself from me like I had to save myself from my mother.