It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have right now not to drive into town and plant a bullet deep inside her ex’s skull. Ifthis is what he’s done to her, I don’t want to imagine what he’s tried to do to his own daughter.
And that’s when I realize where I am: right outside Willow’s room.
I’m not going to read too much into it. Probably just walking on autopilot, coming back to grab a change of clothes for when
Clara wakes… something like that.
Yeah. Clothes. That’s all.
I can hear the kid stirring in her sleep as I brace a hand on the doorknob. No way am I going to risk waking her up—I’m notfather material, and I don’t do the whole “kid thing.” Hell, I don’t even have nieces or nephews. So it’s just best for everyoneinvolved if I slip in, grab Clara’s things, and slip back out wi
