Hank
I watch from the office window as Knox's bike pulls out of the lot, Sam's arms wrapped around his waist.
The rumble of the engine fades into the distance, and I'm left standing there with my hand pressed against the glass like I can somehow keep them safe through sheer force of will.
I can't.
The realization hits me harder than it should. I've spent seventeen years protecting Sam from everything—bad influences, dangerous situations, the ugliness of what I do. And now she's riding off into the night with a kid I pulled out of hell, heading toward a conversation I can't control.
I should've stopped them. Should've told Knox to stay. Should've kept Sam here where I could see her.
But I didn't.
Because somewhere along the way, I stopped being able to control any of this.
"You gonn
