Ava POV
Five weeks later.
I'm going home.
I should be happy.
I've spent five weeks surrounded by death, destruction.
People screaming for loved ones who are never coming back.
But instead of feeling relieved, I feel broken.
This was my ninth mission.
I've come home tired before.
I've come home bruised. I've come home carrying memories I wished I could forget.
But I've never come home feeling like this.
Dr. Snyder is dead.
My boss.
My friend.
My family.
A piece of debris fell on him last week.
One second, he was there.
Then he wasn't.
We'd already been through the massive aftershock. Several of us were injured.
We'd watched people die despite doing everything we could to save them.
But somehow, we kept going.
Then we lost one of our own.
And something inside me crack
