“So…is my daughter happy? Is she safe?” Kareena inquired. She peered up at me from the bed like she knew my interest in her daughter exceeded that of a boss. I cleared my throat. That nervous feeling crept down my spine again. “She’s good. I haven’t exactly been making things easy for her, but you should know your daughter can take care of herself.” Kareena searched my gaze, and then warm fingers weakly trailed down my cheek, and she smiled softly. “Something tells me she won’t need to.”
