CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I thought he was going to kill me,” Angie whispered as she wept into Peter’s shoulder. The pair held each other in a seated hug on the middle of their bed, as she again broke down and cried from the terror she’d survived a few hours earlier. Peter could feel her trembling in his arms as if she were chilled. “I really thought that was it. That was how I was going to die. I was so f*****g scared.”
Peter knew there was little he could say to calm her, having so recently suffered through a similar horror. Angie had shown him then the most important thing wasn’t words but rather actions, by being there when needed and soothing for as long as he required it. She’d been there for him after the cabin attack, had held him time and again after his many nightmares, and had been
