She stills.
Just for a second.
Because she feels it.
What I’m saying.
What I’m offering.
Then I pull back just enough to look at her.
“We’re getting him back,” I repeat.
And this time—
It’s not just strategy.
It’s personal.
Because they didn’t just take an old man.
They tookhers, the one she was responsible for.
I can see the guilt in her eyes.
“Stay with Dylan, I’ll be back.”
I should have known she would ignore me.