Chapter Thirteen
Mack
Although the hotel where we were staying was maybe only two miles from the diner, the distance felt much longer. I’d been trying to keep a leash on this rampaging need for Ash, and I was definitely losing my grip.
Something about today had set everything in motion inside me. The latch on the gate had been knocked loose. Not only had it swung open but it’d also been blown off the hinges. I was accustomed to the rush of adrenaline that carried me through an emergency. It was my job to remain steady when everything else was out of control. Today’s emergency wasn’t even that big of a deal, all things considered.
That wasn’t to say it hadn’t been terrifying for the people directly affected. For me, only one slice in time kept replaying—the sound of Ash’s cry.
She was
