Chapter Twenty-Seven
Billy Jo was sleeping. That wasn’t unusual, but for her to drift off as she had, her head resting against the car door, her hoodie scrunched up as a pillow, showed how exhausted she was. As Chase glanced again into the rear-view mirror at the image of the young girl who’d walked into his life and was now in his care, he realized how truly vulnerable she was under her tough exterior. How long had she been holding herself together? Too long. She was absolutely exhausted. He wondered whether she’d ever truly had a moment in her entire life to let her guard down and rest.
He was determined from this point on that she’d never have to go it alone, never have to feel as if the entire world were against her.
Rose was softly snoring, she too sound asleep in the passenger sid
