I'm a mother.
And now I'm also your leader.
So either help me get my son back, or get out of the way.
The sand makes her heels sink – her steps are rhythmical, one, two, one, two, her head ducked, Emma's words bouncing in her mind.
I'm a mother, too.
She sighs silently, following the others, and her heart clenches a bit more, because Henry is here, and he's with Tamara and Greg – Greg, she's still dizzy from his torture, and Henry is alone with them – and if – if… if something happens to him…
Henry, I'll find you, I swear.