“I’m just wondering if we’ll make it out of this,” I said quietly, feeling a lump in my throat as the emotions of the day came towards the surface. I hurriedly dashed a tear off my cheek but even with his back turned, I felt like he knew. “One day at a time, sweetheart,” he finally said. That was far from reassuring but I already knew better than to look for any sort of hope from him. This man was hardened and brutal—cut from steel and birthed from shadows.
