SOPHIA'S POV

The metal walkway shook under my feet as the heavy rain kept pouring through the broken glass in the roof above, soaking all of us to the bone.

Jaydon's small arms were wrapped tight around my neck, and his face was pressed deep into my shoulder. He was crying so hard that he could not stop, and his little body shook against the cold bulletproof vest on my chest.

"Mummy... Mummy..." he whimpered again and again. It was the word I had been starving to hear for four long, painful years, and now it was finally right against my skin.

"I'm here, my sweet boy," I whispered, with...