“You’re okay,” a deep voice croons in my ear. “I got you. He’s gone.” I blink open my eyes, noting the wetness of my lashes and cheeks. Dad stands in front of me with Ryan to his side and Canyon at my back. For a brief moment, I allow myself to be cocooned in their safety. But, because reality is a bitch, it slips inside, eager to shred my insides with worry over what my future holds.
