“Ava!” I shouted, pounding on the door. “Ava, sweetheart, answer me!”
At first there was nothing.
Then I heard it.
A faint scratching sound from inside.
My hands started shaking.
I grabbed the rusty shovel leaning against the wall and slammed it against the lock again and again until the metal snapped.
When the door finally burst open, a wave of heat and stale air rushed out.
The shed was dark except for a thin line of sunset light through a crack in the wall.
And in the corner—
my daughter.
Finding My Daughter in the Dark
Ava was curled on the cold cement floor, hugging her knees tightly.
Her lips were dry and cracked.
Her face was pale.
I dropped to my knees beside her.
“Ava… my love. I’m here.”
She blinked slowly, as if she wasn’t sure I was real.
Then she collapsed into my arms.
“M-mommy…” she whispered weakly. “I was so scared.”
