Amara’s POV

I had only meant to step out for groceries. A quick trip, nothing more. Eli had been bouncing around all afternoon, asking for cereal and the little chocolate cookies he liked so much, so I thought, why not? It would only take an hour. Just the two of us, in and out, then back home before dinner. I hadn’t expected anything more than the usual crowd and the smell of detergent lingering in the supermarket aisles.

But when we returned to the car in the underground lot, my world ...