Dawn POV
I can’t tell you what scares me more, the fact that he almost died, or the fact that I was going to be alone without him. Love didn’t scare me, abuse didn’t scare me, betrayal scares me a little, but this. I was petrified, it felt worse than it did with Pops. I didn’t see how he looked at the scene, Grayson made sure I didn’t and now I understand why he shielded me. I can’t look at him without seeing that muddy face with the purple lips lying limp in my arms. I can’t get the sound of the rushing water and gunshots out of my head. Every time I close my eyes I see him, just like that, then I hear the shots ring out. I relive that moment so many times, the fear and anger boiling up, then that unnatural calmness that takes over, muting my voice but not my memory. It hurts the whole t
