“I feel like we are missing something,” Trey told the room almost an hour later when emotions somewhat settled down. At least enough to hold a conversation and draw a full breath without choking on fumes of rage and desperation.
For a moment, no one responded to Trey’s comment. Trick was seated on the floor with his back against the wall and his arms wrapped tightly around Nadiya. Everyone else kept their distance, but didn’t stray their eyes too far from them.
When Nadiya had seen her daughter’s blanket, she had gone down like a puppet with no strings. Thankfully, Edward had been close enough to catch her. That was before Trick wrestled out of his friend’s hold and went to her.
He hadn’t given it any thought. Why he felt the need to hold her and what others would think about it, were n
