Arkin wrapped up his meeting and raced straight back to the funeral home.
The board of directors had pushed him hard to attend, so he’d had no choice but to go. But a heavy, uneasy knot had twisted in his gut the whole time.
With how broken Pia was right now, he never should have left her alone here.
But when he stepped inside and saw what waited for him, he froze solid.
Both Pia and her mother’s urn were gone.
Ava huddled in a pool of blood, her face as pale as death, completely unconscious.
Right next to her lay Pia’s prosthetic leg, soaked through with blood.
"Ava!"
Arkin’s heart plummeted straight into his stomach. Before he could even process what had happened, he lunged forward, his hand shaking violently as he pressed it onto her nose to check for breath.
She was still aliv
