The night pressed in around us as Ava and I moved through the forest, the shadows swallowing us whole. I kept glancing over my shoulder, each distant sound tightening the knot of dread in my stomach. William was out there, fighting Ferraro's men alone, and the weight of leaving him behind bore down on me like a leaden shroud. Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, but Ava's small, trusting hand in mine was a reminder of the promise I'd made to protect her, no matter the cost.
The trail narrowed, winding between dense trees and overgrown brush, and Ava stumbled, her tiny legs struggling to keep up. I slowed, kneeling beside her and cupping her face in my hands, offering what comfort I could.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" I asked softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
She nodded, her wide eyes searching mine. "Mommy, where's William?"