Chapter 127 Davon

• DAVON
• The sound of voices echoes through the busy airport terminal, footsteps tapping across the polished floor, but all I can hear is the pounding of my own heartbeat. It’s steady and harsh, a cruel reminder of how close I am to losing everything that matters.
• The ticket agent hands me my boarding pass, and I grip it tightly, the paper bending between my fingers. My mind races, but no amount of control quiets the storm inside me. I’ve faced danger more times than I can count, stared death straight in the eye, but this—walking away from my son and from her—is a kind of pain I never learned how to fight.