THIRD PERSON POV
Karen’s father’s voice cut through her sobs with calm assurance.
“Stop crying now,” he said gently but firmly. “Daddy is here. I will not let anyone make you cry again.”
Karen lifted her tear soaked face and looked at him, her lashes clumped together, her eyes swollen and red. There was something grounding about his presence. Her father protected her and her mum and always ensured that they were never troubled by anything.
“What are you going to do?” she asked in a small, fragile voice.
Her father brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear.
“Leave it to me,” he said. “All you need to know is that I am going to get Luca for you.”
Her breath caught.
“You promise?” she whispered.
He nodded slowly. “I promise.”
Karen leaned on him squeezing herself, and w
