Chapter 4

Preston drove me home. He wouldn't hear about me taking my own car.

"Sweetheart. Two hours in the dark, after the day you've had?"

"I'm fine. Really."

"You went gray in that kitchen. You scared me half to death."

He slid the keys out of my fingers before I'd decided to let him go. Easy, the way you lift a hot pan away from a kid.

"I'll send someone down for the car tomorrow. Let me just do this one thing."

He always says let me do this. And he always does.

It took me six years to hear that…