Chapter 4

But I wasn't budging.

"I heard you ended up with a bad cold and fever from freezing your ass off while looking for Miranda?"

A spark of hope lit up in Marshall's eyes.

"Yeah, exactly. Finding her was all that mattered—nothing else even registered."

"If you care so damn much about Miranda, why'd you leave her all by herself that day? It was thirty below zero out there! A full-on blizzard! She got hit and torn to shreds!"

The folks who'd been sticking up for him couldn't stomach it anymore; they looked away in silence, tears rolling down their cheeks.