Ava’s POV

While driving, Rita mumbled in her sleep.

“Mama…”

I smiled and replied softly. “I’m here.”

We drove for miles to the hidden house.

I was full of hope and lost in happy memories of the kids when my phone buzzed.

I unplugged the charger to check the phone and a restricted number popped up.

My pulse jumped.

I answered, keeping my voice low so as to not wake the kids.

“Hello?” There was silence on the other end, then a slow breathing sound.

My skin went ...