The marketplace was a riot of colors and noise, but Ava couldn't shake the gray cloud hanging over her. Three days. Three fucking days since Kylie vanished, and here she was, wandering aimlessly like some lost puppy. The guilt gnawed at her guts, twisting them into knots.

She pushed past a group of kids playing with a mangy street dog, barely registering their laughter. How could anyone be happy when her world was falling apart? Her mind drifted back to their father, that sorry excuse ...