Elle, Spencer. For Amanda.

. . .

He almost doesn't recognise her, and looks twice to be sure that she is who he thinks she is.

She looks happier than he remembers her being and wonders if it has anything to do with the child on her hip. Probably. Motherhood suits her, he thinks with a smile. He studies the two of them through the window of the coffee shop, debating whether to go outside and talk to her.

He is part of her previous life. The only monsters she knows now are in her child's story books.

When she walks on by, he lets her go.