Noah stood as still as stone. Everything about him went tight, shuttered. “Where are you planning to go?” She hesitated. “To our old house.” “You mean to Liam.” “I mean to my house. Liam is not the reason.” “Are you sure about that?” “This isn’t about him.” “Then what is it about?” She straightened her shoulders. “You. Us. Them.” She waved her good hand. “The militia ruling this town. What they’ve done. You allowing it to happen.”
