Ava’s POV
I was anxiously waiting for news from Mom when Caroline’s disappearance had everyone in chaos and panic mode. My phone buzzed with a text that made my heart skip.
"The child has been found. He’s safe."
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Thank Moon Goddess.
Suddenly, Eleanor and Kyle burst out of the main office, both talking at once. "Teresa, Nate’s mom, found Liam at an abandoned farm in Maplewood! The rescue teams are already on their way!"
I felt tears of relief spring to my eyes. This was incredible news.
"Now we just need to find Caroline," Nina said, her voice heavy with worry.
Everyone nodded grimly. We all knew Caroline was still out there somewhere.
Kyle clapped her hands together, trying to lift our spirits. "We’re gonna get through this crisis. Let’s keep working hard, everyone."
The pack house buzzed back to life as everyone returned to their tasks. Everyone was working in intense bursts, then taking short breaks while waiting for updates from the field teams. I threw myself into coordinating supply runs and communication between search teams, trying to stay busy so I wouldn’t spiral into worry about Caroline.
During one of these brief lulls, I was completely absorbed in updating the search grid maps when a large glass of juice and a plate of snacks appeared in front of me. I looked up to see Joseph standing there.
"You haven’t eaten anything," he said simply. "It’s been hours, Ava."
"Joseph..." I started to protest.
"Ava, don’t stop me from taking care of you. I’ll always worry about you." Joseph knelt beside my chair, gently brushing his thumb across my cheek. "You’re precious to me, Ava. Like a nightingale."
He continued stroking my face softly, his eyes meeting mine.
"A nightingale?" Being compared to a bird struck me as funny.
"They say nightingales are symbols of connection to the divine, representing beauty, harmony, and joy of the soul," he began to explain. "Ava, there’s nothing more beautiful in this world than you, and I’m not just talking about how you look. You’re the joy of my soul. You’ve given me hope and comfort. You’ve helped me find meaning in my life, made me want to build a family with you. In some way, you connect me to something divine."
Joseph’s eyes looked sad, his voice thick with emotion. Despite everything, I felt my defenses starting to crumble.
We stared at each other for what felt like forever. Then a little girl in a ballet tutu stopped at my desk, breaking our intense moment.
"I don’t care, Uncle. You’re gonna keep your promise to me," Louise said, hands on her hips in the most adorable way that made me burst out laughing.
"Joseph, in all this chaos, you actually remembered this?" I said, still giggling.
"You’re too important to me. How could I forget you, my nightingale?" Joseph winked at me and stood up. "Louise, once Uncle Draven gets his situation sorted out, we’ll hit the mall. Don’t worry."

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