Ava’s POV
7:47 p.m. — Mexico
I stared at the clock.
Thirty-two hours.
We'd been awake for thirty-two straight hours.
Outside the surgical center, darkness had settled over the city.
Inside, the fluorescent lights were giving me a headache.
“Little Mama.”
I blinked.
Tootsie stood in front of me, holding a sandwich.
“That's the third time I've called your name.”
“Sorry.”
“You're running on fumes, sweetheart.”
“So are you.”
“Difference is, I'm smart enough to admit it.”
I accepted the sandwich.
Diego was sleeping peacefully, his stuffed dog tucked beneath his arm.
Dr. Vargas had approved his transfer, provided medical personnel accompanied him.
Unfortunately, Morgan had discovered someone knew our intended destination.
Which meant another delay.
I took a bite of the sandw
