As the plane touched down in Denver, a sense of purpose filled me. I was a mother on a mission, and nothing would stand in my way.

I met my ally at the airport, our shared resolve almost tangible in the air between us. Together, we were ready to confront Mark, Wayne, and anyone else who dared to harm Emma.

With fierce determination and unwavering resolve, I headed towards the battle that awaited me. I knew that the storm I was bringing was one born not of anger, but of love, and it would sweep away any danger that threatened my daughter.

Emma was not alone. She had a warrior for a mother, and together, we would face whatever came our way.