Rick POV
Talking my dad into letting Quinn be a part of the team was harder said than done. He was perfectly alright with me going into a dangerous situation, but with Quinn it was a different story.
She sat quickly, letting me do the talking, just staring at the table in our dining room and tracing her fingers over the grain patterns. This was the meekest I had ever seen her act. It made me argue even harder to give her what she wanted.
When she moved her hands to wipe tears off from under her eyes, that’s when me and dad stopped arguing and looked at her.
She was crying. Seriously crying.
“It’s okay,” she smiled sadly. “I just….. I just wanted to be a part of this, to lay my ghosts to rest finally. If you think it’s best I sit out….. I’ll try to sit out. I’m sorry.”
She pushed
