‘If anything happens … If I get bitten …’
Sarah understood what James left unsaid—the thought that this father could have attacked his daughter had made everything more harshly clear to him.
‘Charlie has Bec,’ she reassured him. ‘And she has us. We won’t let anything happen to them.’ She left it there, unwilling to commit to a promise that might prove impossible to keep. Sarah could see James visibly pull himself together.
He glanced toward the looming car. ‘What about her? I can’t …’ He stopped, unable to finish the thought.
‘She’s secure,’ Sarah reassured him, walking over to shut the swinging door. ‘She can’t get out.’
James nodded, his posture straightening. The girl’s eyes had fixated on him and she was growling softly.
Sarah’s eyes narrowed in thought. ‘Stay here a moment,’ she
