“Even if he does, what then? You want to watch him be destroyed by your father?” His voice hardened. “You want to listen to him scream while you lay here helpless?” “Stop,” I rasped as a knot formed in my chest. Micah pressed forward, his expression unyielding. “You’re dying in this cell, Verena. And you’re waiting for someone who might never come, who might not make it in time.”
