JASON'S POV I stood there like an idiot, juice box still in my hand, fingers squeezing it tight. My jaw clenched. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. I looked away fast, like if I blinked hard enough, I could unsee it. My chest felt tight. I turned and walked back toward the backyard, slow but steady, like nothing had happened. But inside? I was boiling. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Anger? Jealousy? Regret? Maybe all of it. All I knew was that something inside me cracked. The party kept going around me – kids laughing, balloons bobbing in the wind, music playing low from a speaker someone had shoved near the porch. But I wasn’t there anymore. Not really. My mind was spinning somewhere else entirely. I found myself near the bouncy castle, not sure how I ended up there. The kids were still full of energy, bouncing, screaming, and giggling like they’d just had candy injected straight into their veins. Emma and Mason were with a few of their
JASON’S POV It’s been weeks since that day. The one with the sirens, the gunshots, the screaming. The day we thought we’d lost the kids for good. Emma and Mason made it out alive, thank God. But what happened to them… you don’t just bounce back from that even some grown-ups would struggle with it let alone kids. I’ve been showing up every few days to check in, see them, maybe bring a toy or two. Ava’s always polite, even when she’s tired. Which is often. She’s been doing everything she can to help the kids feel safe again. New routines, hugs, keeping them close. Sometimes when I visit, I see their drawings taped to the fridge – sunshine, stick figures, a dog that looks more like a potato. It’s all bright and cheerful, but you can still feel the heaviness in the air. Today’s a little different though. It’s their birthday. Turns out both of them were born on the same date, just a year apart. Weird, right? Ava’s throwing a party in her backyard – nothing too crazy. Just the k
AVA'S POV I was lying flat on the gravel, frozen. My heart slammed so hard in my chest I thought it might burst. My ears rang from the gunshot, the sound still echoing like a scream in my skull. I couldn’t lift my head and I couldn’t breathe. All I could think was: One of the kids. Oh God, one of the kids. Please no. My fingers clawed into the dirt beneath me. My whole body felt heavy and stiff, like I was stuck in cement. My chest was so tight, like someone was sitting on it. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Then I heard a little voice. “Aunt Ava!” Emma’s voice echoed in my ears, She was crying, her voice shaky but loud. “Ms. Ava!” Mason too called out my name, his voice was weak and hoarse. They were alive. My eyes snapped open. I gasped like I’d been underwater for too long, and I jolted up so fast I scraped my palms on the gravel. Dirt clung to my hands, but I didn’t care. I turned my head, eyes darting everywhere. Julian was the one who fell. The blood wa
AVA'S POVThe cold air hit my face the second I stepped out of the car. The abandoned rail yard looked even worse in person. It was wide, empty, and dead quiet. Rusted metal scraps were scattered everywhere, and the wind whistled through the broken windows of old storage buildings nearby. My boots crunched softly against the gravel as I walked with Officer Michael beside me. I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. “Snipers are already in position,” Michael whispered as we walked slowly toward the center of the yard. “We’ve got officers behind those containers, and more on the rooftops. You’re wired. We’ll hear everything.” I nodded, my throat dry. “If anything goes wrong,” he added gently, “say the code word. Say ‘sunflower.’ Got it?” “Sunflower,” I whispered back, my lips trembling. He gave me a firm look. “You don’t have to be a hero, Ava. Just get the kids. We’ll handle the rest.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mouth felt like it had turned to sand. I rubbed
AVA'S POV I didn’t sleep at all, all through the night. My eyes burned from crying, but the worst part wasn’t even the tears. It was the way my brain wouldn’t stop. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again – Emma. Sitting on that cold basement floor, her cheeks stained with dried tears, whispering that she wanted to come home. That image kept playing over and over in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape from. By the time the sun started to rise, I was still awake. Still sitting by the window. I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been there. Hours, maybe. Time didn’t feel real anymore. My whole body was tired, but there was no rest in me. No peace. Just pain and worry and fear pressing down on me so hard I could barely breathe. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep going like this… but I had no choice. I had to be strong. For Emma and Mason. They were counting on me. When Sally came into my room, I didn’t even say a word. I just stood up slowly and started getting dresse
AVA'S POVIt was getting dark. The flashing lights from the police cars were starting to fade as officers packed up. The air felt heavier than before. Like the weight of everything we’d gone through was finally pressing down on all of us. Officer Michael cleared his throat and looked around at everyone. His face was tired too. “We should call it a night,” he said quietly. “Let’s meet again tomorrow at Ava’s place. We’ll go over a proper plan then and know how to rescue the kids and at the same time arrest Julian." I couldn’t even bring myself to answer. I just nodded slowly. My arms stayed crossed tight over my chest like they were the only thing holding me together. The kids were still missing. And Julian… his voice still echoed in my head. That terrible voice, asking for two hundred million dollars like it was some regular favor. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But my body was too numb to do either. We all started heading toward our cars. My legs moved, but they didn’t fee