Davina's POV

I stood there, shaking like a leaf, for a long time after Diego disappeared.

Then I started running. I ran back to the diner just long enough to grab my bike. Then I rode it home, reckless in my mad dash to get to my child.

I didn’t bother locking my bike when I got home.

I slid off, left it sprawled across the grass, and sprinted into the house.

The moment I was through the front door, I froze.

The smell of freshly baked cookies hit my nostrils. I could hear the TV on in the ...