Willow's POV
I sat in the lounge, my eyes glued to the case that my brass father had given me, which was on the coffee table in front of me. I'd been sitting here staring at it since I'd returned from my meeting with him. I have never liked guns. I hate the idea of something that can take away a life so easily, but with what I was getting myself into, a gun was something I was going to most likely have to use one day.
The door creaked open, and I heard the familiar sound of Dillon's footsteps. He was like a shadow, always nearby, always watching. But today, I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge him. My eyes were glued to the case in front of me, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts I couldn't quite untangle.
"Is everything okay?" Dillon's voice broke through my trance, soft yet filled w
