Ty sits beside me in the back, Gage shotgun with Liam behind the wheel. He peels out of the parking lot with a jolt, sirens blaring in the near distance. While I’m whispering soothing words into Ivy’s ear, Ty reaches a hand over, squeezing reassurance into her thigh. I’m sure he simply needs to feel her, to know we really have her, but she pays him no mind. Racking sobs rumble from her chest as she clasps her hands into the hair at the nape of my neck. She’s stuck, suspended in the terror that ensued around her.
