Sorsha's P.O.V. ********************************** ~ Present: Age 22 ~ ********************************** "Sorsha, I know you're worried, but what do you expect me to do exactly?" Kevin, Dad's closest friend, and also one of the leaders of our community, said in frustration. "Gee, I don't know, maybe call him," I replied, following him around as he moved feed from the truck to the storage room. "Let me borrow your truck to go look for him. Something! Anything!" "We don't have phones, Sorsha, you know that. And I can't let ya take my truck, you can't legally drive. How the hell would we know if you ran into any trouble?" "Then let me take Jax too," I practically begged. "Jax can legally drive." "I know you and my son are very close, Sorsh, but no. He's busy with an enormous chore li

