Chapter Twenty-Three
Brina
(Three Days Later)
“What did my dad say?” Trinity asked.
The sun was warm against my skin and getting hotter by the minute. I picked up one of the rocks from our pile on the dock and skipped it across the water. “That he’s okay and everything’s fine. His people are still busy trying to find the man who shot him.” I’d also told him about Wade and who he really was. Considering who his father was, he wasn’t shocked at all.
“Do you think they’ll find who did it?”
We always do. “Eventually,” I replied. Only sometimes it wasn’t fast enough.
A sound came from the barn, catching my attention. It sounded like the table saw cutting wood, but it wasn’t Wade; he was at work. Leaning up on my elbows, I turned my focus to Trinity, who was sprawled out beside me in her
