* William’s POV *
I sat in the driver’s seat of the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Claire sat beside me in total silence, the only sound coming from the radio playing some soft rock station. But my mind was far from the music; it was consumed with thoughts of Henry and what he could be doing to our daughter.
I couldn't help but replay the fight in my head, each punch and kick that was exchanged. It was a miracle that we even managed to make it out of there alive, and that Henry didn't get the upper hand. But the fact that he got away still burned in my chest.
I looked over at Claire, thinking of something to say that would comfort her. But I couldn’t come up with anything, and frankly I didn’t even think that she wanted to hear whatev
