Viona's POV
I forced myself to calm down, the tears already gone as my heartbeat slowly steadied after Rafael hugged me briefly.
I bit my nails and tried calling the number that had contacted me earlier, but the phone showed I couldn't use the service at all. So this was what using a burner phone felt like.
I rolled the phone around in my palm, imagining it was the kind of device I once expected to see when I still dreamed of becoming a prosecutor.
This was the kind of crime scene I had imagined running into from time to time, catching bad boys in the act.
I wondered if my stubborn insistence on going after these men was just a reflection of a dream that never came true.
I shook my head in disbelief, questioning how the hell I could feel a flicker of thrill while these innocent children were in danger.
I bit my lower lip hard, annoyed at how long Rafael was outside. But after clutching the phone tightly for a while, something clicked in my head.
