Chapter Twenty
Emma
“Thank you,” Preston said, stopping me at the car with his hands on my hips.
I leaned against him and he held me tight. The sun peeked through the trees in the distance, and my eyes felt heavy. “You’re welcome,” I replied with a yawn. “I enjoyed talking to your dad. It was awesome hearing stories from when you were a boy.” Turning around, I gazed up into his tired, gray eyes. “All your fears were for nothing. He loves you so much.” But I could see the pain on his face.
“He’s not going to last long in there. I have to work fast.”
Once we were in the car and on our way, I asked, “Why didn’t you tell him someone broke into your house?”
He sighed. “I wanted to, but more stress is the last thing he needs. It’ll only make things worse.”
Clasping his hand in mine, I hel
