Ava never imagined these reporters would pull a flanking maneuver—trapping her from both ends! Now that's overkill!
No time to complain. In one fluid motion, she scooped Bodi up, every muscle screaming in protest as she bolted toward the narrow alley on the left.
She'd stumbled upon this shortcut months ago during her first chaotic kindergarten drop-off. Winding and cramped, it was the fastest route to school—and today, miraculously, unguarded. Heart hammering, she tore through the passage, sneakers slapping pavement in their desperate escape.
But the reporters weren't quitting. After chasing this far only to lose their prey? Unthinkable. Cursing under their breath, they kicked into overdrive, gaining ground with each stride.
Ava's arms shook under Bodi's weight, but she pushed harder.
