(Stephanie)
I stirred the pasta slowly, letting my thoughts drift back to what happened at the beach as I let my gaze wander. Sammy was sitting across the kitchen island with Clay right beside him.
Clay's head was bandaged up, and he had some bruises forming on his eyes and cheek. I felt horrible for him, but I could tell he felt guilty. He has been apologizing nonstop since Sammy and I woke up from our nap.
I was told right away that Grant went to handle some things. There was no explanation on what those "things" were, but I wasn't stupid. I knew it involved those men.
What I'm about to say might make me a horrible person, but a part of me wanted to be there too. I wanted to look them in the eyes and watch as fear filled each and every one of them. They tried to hurt my family. The
