Dr. Shannon saw Hannah early this morning and gave her some strong medication to help deal with the pain. He assured me nothing is broken. She got lucky, he said, but there is no such thing when a young girl gets beaten within an inch of her life.
I haven’t slept. I can’t. I’m sick of waiting…waiting for everything.
I’m hoping that by pummeling this punching bag, the answers I need will miraculously appear. No such luck sadly. But I won’t give up. Ethan and Eva are relying on me.
“Hey.” Babydoll appears in the doorway of the barn, dressed in one of my T-shirts.
She crashed on the couch last night, exhausted and emotionally drained.
She’s handling this well, but I know deep down, she’s beside herself with worry. Her sister has been kidnapped by a psychopath, and there isn’t a f*****g t
