Chapter 3 - Ava Keeps Holding Sophie

Ava did not sit down.

She stood in the narrow first-class aisle with Sophie pressed carefully against her chest, her patched backpack hanging from one shoulder, her sneakers planted as if she expected someone to pull her away.

Daniel noticed how young she looked then.

Sixteen.

Maybe still softer around the face than she wanted strangers to see.

But her eyes were older.

The kind of eyes a child gets when adults teach her too early that truth must be carried quietly.

Sophie’s cheek rested against Ava’s hoodie.

The baby sighed.

Daniel’s heart twisted.

For three months since his wife’s death, he had felt like every attempt to comfort Sophie proved he was failing both mother and child. He knew boardrooms, markets, contracts, acquisitions, and power. He did not know why his daughter cried at midnight like she was reaching for someone gone.

Now she slept in a teenager’s arms.

And Daniel could not decide which part frightened him more: that Sophie had stopped crying, or that Ava Reed seemed to know why.

Margaret reached again.

“Ava. Now.”

Ava stepped back.

Sophie’s tiny hand tightened around the hoodie string.

Daniel moved without thinking, placing himself partly between Margaret and Ava.

Margaret froze.

Ava looked startled.

Daniel kept his voice low.

“She is calm. Don’t grab her.”

Margaret’s eyes flashed.

“You don’t know what you’re interfering with.”

Daniel stared at her.

“My child is in her arms.”

Ava looked down at Sophie.

“She’s not scared of me.”

The sentence landed strangely.

Not defensive.

Sad.

As if Ava was used to being considered something a baby should fear.

Daniel looked at her again.

“Why would she be?”

Ava did not answer.

Margaret’s face changed.

A warning tightened her mouth.

“Ava, remember what I told you.”

Ava lifted her eyes.

“I remember everything.”

The first-class cabin fell into a deeper silence.

Daniel heard the words as more than defiance.

Ava was not speaking only about this flight.

Margaret’s hand lowered.

For one second, fear and guilt crossed her face together.

Daniel saw both.

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