Chapter 30
“Mr. Carry?” Shay said in disbelief. What was her father’s best friend doing here?
Her father’s closest friend and confidant smiled warmly at her. His eyes crinkling in the corner. He was in his mid-fifties. Flecks of grey hair dotted his side burns and small streaks throughout his chestnut brown hair. He was a few inches taller than her. He was slimmer in his younger years and had rounded over as he’d aged.
“What are you doing here?” She saw him, felt him, and heard him, but she was having trouble believing he was here.
“I’ve come to rescue you.” He said as if it should be obvious before he grabbed her hand without waiting for her permission and started dragging her down the hallway. “But we must go, we don’t have much time.”
Shay dug her feet into the floor and tugged on
