“Myra, you still believe it’s you against the world. You think you can plow straight through a storm if need be. I will find a way to get you there, but you’ve got to trust me,” Daniel said. I scowled at him with what I knew was a childish, petulant expression. The look you have when you’re wrong and someone else is right and you’re almost glad of it. He shook his head at me. “I would do anything for you. And the way you’re looking at me tells me you already know that.”
