Tuck knew letting London stay in Gillette was a bad idea, but sitting here, starring her in the eyes, he wasn’t sure how to get her to go, short of physical force. He wasn’t quite ready to do that. He had to admire that she wouldn’t let them scare her off, but at the same time he wanted the reassurance that she was safe.
He sighed and gave up, for now. The determination in her eyes told him arguing would get him nowhere, so he didn’t waste the energy.
Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe this would be the end of it.
What was it his grandmother used to say? Tuck sometimes had a hard time remembering his grandmother since she had passed away when he was ten, but some of the things she’d said stuck. He remembered them at the oddest moments.
That was it.
Hope for the best, plan for the worst.
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