“I’m at the Lights Out Motel. I need to come home.” I jump clear out of my skin when a stranger sweeps past me. I flinch, hating the way I’m as skittish as a whipped horse. “Fast, Daddy.” “I’m sending Davis.” “No,” I blurt. Even though the minute my father says Davis, my mind automatically says safe. “Dakota—” “Please.” I move closer to the bright light of the soda machine. “I don’t want Davis.” The worst lie I’ve ever told. “I can’t make the drive, baby girl. For a lot of reasons. I reckon you’ll soon know.”
