That man – that bastard fucking man – was going to kill her. To end her life. To take her from us. And for all my talk, for all my pretense that I don’t give a damn about the girl who’s stumbled into our lives and shaken everything upside down with both her hands, I’m lying. I do care. I care so much it makes my heart ache in my chest and I can’t stand there and look at her crumpled on the ground in pain.
