TAYLOR

“Take care of my daughter.” Jared's grip on my hand is almost too firm. He stared directly at me, his eyes narrowing. 

“I will,” I nodded once as I tried to endure the tightening grip. 

“I can take care of myself.” River comes beside us, her hand on my shoulder as she taps her father to let go. I wiggled my hand free from his grip. 

“You know you both don’t have to go, right?” Jared said once again. 

He had spent the entire morning trying to convince us of why ...