With Daisy in my arms, I can fucking run that in fifteen minutes or less. I mumble thank you, and I just fucking take off. Her head bounces against my chest only a couple of times before I adjust her. I have carried this girl so many times in my life. But this time—this is the absolute worst. I run. One hundred and fifty miles per hour. I don’t fucking stop. Not for anything. I just keep going. It’s what your good at Ryke. It may be the only thing.
I HAVE GOOSEBUMPS AHH
