C156 Baby, it’s me. It’s Mom

Amara clutched the gun in her hand, fingers white-knuckled around the handle, her focus intense and unyielding.

Every nerve in her body screamed to run, to find Vaughn immediately, but Rowan’s calm, calculated movements kept her grounded, restrained in the shadows.

Finally, they rounded a corner and caught sight of the dim, dingy central hall