AVA'S QUEST
The marketplace was a riot of colors and noise, but Ava couldn't shake the gray cloud hanging over her. Three days. Three f*****g days since Kylie vanished, and here she was, wandering aimlessly like some lost puppy. The guilt gnawed at her guts, twisting them into knots.
She pushed past a group of kids playing with a mangy street dog, barely registering their laughter. How could anyone be happy when her world was falling apart? Her mind drifted back to their father, that sorry excuse for a human being, lying in a hospital bed. Lysander had done a number on him after Kylie disappeared. Part of Ava felt a sick satisfaction at the thought, but shame quickly smothered it. What kind of monster was she becoming?
"Get it together, G," she muttered, shoving her hands deeper into he
