Chapter Twenty-Four
“BE PREPARED,” MICHAEL said as he met her outside her parents’ house. “He doesn’t look like he did the last time you saw him.” He glanced back at her car, his brows pinched in question. “Are the others not with you?”
Tracey shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing her biceps, a chill rippling up her spine. “It’s just me.” She had told Selby that she wanted to do this alone, and that she would reach out once it was done. As much as it pleased her that they were willing to throw themselves into the fire for her, she thought her father might react better if they weren’t there when she saw him. Plus, she didn’t want them to hear anything he might say about them, remembering how hurtful his words were last time. Not for the first time since she left the
