The gunshot still echoed in my ears.
Reynolds groaned in pain beside me, his blood hot and sticky as it soaked through my dress. The metallic scent mixed with diesel fuel and sea salt made my stomach churn. Harrington was shouting something from the wheel, but all I could hear was the thunder of my own heartbeat and the roar of the waves smashing against the boat.
Daddy stood on the rocky shore like a vengeful god, gun raised, his muscular frame silhouetted against the moonlight. His eyes never left mine.
“Ava.” His voice carried over the water, deep and broken. “Get. Off. The boat.”
The engine rumbled beneath my bare feet. Harrington reached for me.
“Come on, Ava! Your mother died for this chance!”
Mom…
Tears blurred my vision. My hand pressed hard against my belly, feeling the sma
