Every reminder of the little girl hurts, not knowing what became of her. If she's still out there, lost and alone. Even if they'll never be reunited... She has to hope she's being taken care of, by Skulduggery.

She adds a few more stitches, struggling to make them even with her hand twitching. "At least Darcy and Ruby are safe," Ava reminds herself. "But they're a bit too old for dolls."

Because it's better for her to focus on what they still have rather than everything they've lost.