I gulped the glass of water and set down the glass on the counter. My throat had gone dry from gulping too much.

My edgy hands were resting on the kitchen table. The kitchen was pitch dark. I hadn't bothered turning on the lights. Covered in its soothing quietness, I've been deep in my thoughts.

Thoughts of Vince.

His men haven't been deployed yet. And that has me worried, sick, and scared. I don't wanna go back to Trent. But if Vince doesn't return any sooner, I might be obligated to. ...