AVA’S POV
Four years later.
Four years.
That was how long it had been since I’d breathed this city’s air, since I’d seen its skyline stretching like jagged teeth against the horizon. Three years since I had left everything behind—my pain, my marriage, my shame—and poured all of myself into the only two lives that mattered now.
“Mommy?”
A small hand tugged at my sleeve. I looked down and met a pair of bright, curious eyes—the kind that mirrored Adrian’s so perfectly it hurt. My son, Aiden, tilted his head, his soft curls bouncing. “Are we there yet?”
“Almost,” I whispered, smoothing his hair back. Beside him, his brother, Aaron, was fast asleep against my shoulder, his tiny breaths puffing against my neck. My heart softened. My boys. My miracle. The only reasons I’d been able to survi
