Chapter Fourteen
She collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily and already regretting the run, even if it had gotten her away from her brother and his minions.
A heaving sob ripped from her. She shouldn't have expected more from Alvin. He was as set in his ways as they came and always had been.
"Tabitha? Are you okay?" Rick's voice should have offered her some comfort. It did not.
Instead, another sob racked through her, pain taking over her entire body. Rick didn't repeat his question. His arms folded around her, holding her tightly and letting the sobs run their course. She'd have to tell him what she'd seen and heard at some point, but for now, she could just feel and nothing more.
A soothing hand ran through her hair, reminding her of the support she had and just what that meant.
