He nods, “Can you call the police?” I pull my phone out from my back pocket. His hands slip from my shoulders and without thinking, I’m reaching for him. “Where are you going?” I flinch at the sound of my own panic, but I’m too consumed with fear to worry further about that. “First, we’re going to get you in my truck and lock the doors while you stay on the phone with dispatch. Then, I’m gonna go get the gun from the safe inside of the front hall closet and check the house.” His tone is calm and firm, but my chest still tightens at the thought. Before I can say anything, he’s gathering me in
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