“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure.”
“All right then. It’s all done. Good luck, Puck,” Darcy says as she signs on the dotted line near my signature.
I didn’t go into details, but she knows today will change everything. That is why I called her and organized a will.
If anything goes wrong, I want to be prepared.
She’s told her dad to be on alert, but he can look after himself. Patrick Duffy has an army of men who will protect him. Darcy should be with him, but she insisted she would be of more use here. I understand what she means—she’ll fight and help protect everything dear to me.
“Thank you, Darcy. For everythin’.” I want her to know that I appreciate everything she’s done for me.
“You can take me out for tea to say thanks,” she says, wanting to lighten the mood. She
