Davina's POV

It was my call now.

That’s what Carlotta had said to me, too, right before I’d locked her in the room with Ravi. The weight of the decision pressed down on me, threatening to bury me whole. The only thing keeping me afloat was knowing that my son’s survival depended on what I chose next.

I glanced past Diego to Armando. His eyes were fixed on me, his arm still raised, aimed at Diego’s back. I didn’t ask him to lower the gun.

Slowly, I turned my gaze to Diego. Even after ...