“I’m scared,” I whispered. Colt pulled back, taking my hands as he studied my face. “Your mom?” He knew me so well. “I don’t want to be alone with her.” We’d never been close, but she’d gotten worse as my father’s health had declined. Gotten crueler the more she had to deal with me. Colt’s face went stormy. “You need to come live with me and Dad.” A little bit of hope flared in my chest. “Do you think she’d let me?”
