She felt like she still hadn’t regained her footing. They were all standing on thin ice, just waiting for the next crack to show itself. She watched as Ghost loped across the snowy yard, a flash of white against white. In the moonlight, he’d never looked more like his namesake. He glanced at them, tongue lolling, before resuming his patrol of the property. He slept during the day and remained alert and watchful at night. Just like Liam. Both of them protectors to their core. Her mouth felt dry. She shifted on the swing, the slats digging into her back. “You can protect us.”
