“He’s right,” Donna agrees. “Ever since he took his dad and brother, the sheriff’s been on us, trying to pick up as many Aces as he can.” “I should have tried,” I argue, gripping her hands tightly. “I would trade places with him in a heartbeat.” She brushes my hair out of my eyes and wipes away the tears on my cheeks with her other hand. “Honey, I know, but Silas has always taken care of the ones he loves. He might not have told me, but I know he loves you so much.”
