Aurora’s POV
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as I practically dragged Maya down the wide hallway of the big office building. My fingers were clamped so tightly around my daughter's small hand that I worried I was hurting her, but I didn't dare let go.
Every single instinct in my body screamed one word: Run.
We didn't slow down until we pushed through the glass doors and spilled out onto the cold city sidewalk. The biting autumn wind hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the hot panic burning inside me.
“Maya, ouch! You're squeezing too hard,” Maya complained, pulling her hand back and rubbing her wrist with a pout.
I dropped to my knees right there on the pavement, ignoring the dirt, and grabbed her by the shoulders. My breath came in fast, shaky gasps.
“Maya!
