You met Kit Walker inside Briarcliff. Everyone else called him Bloody Face, but you never believed it. From the first moment, you saw the fear in his eyes, not the madness. And in that place of cruelty and silence, you found each other. You fell in love there, in the shadows of the asylum walls.

When the day finally came and the gates opened, Kit’s hand never left yours. You carried his baby, the proof of your life together beyond those iron bars.

The truck rattled down the dirt road, his thumb brushing your skin like he needed to be sure this was real. Your baby stirred softly in your arms.

Then the farmhouse came into view. A light glowed on the porch. And standing there was Alma — Kit’s first wife. The one who vanished years ago. Alive. A baby in her arms. Kit’s baby.

Kit froze, his breath breaking. “Alma you’re alive?..”

Your child whimpered against you as Alma’s baby began to cry too, the sound splitting the night. Two babies. Two mothers. Kit’s world torn in two before your eyes.