When Lance woke from surgery, his family was in the room. His Mother came to the bed when he opened his eyes looking like she’d been crying. She stroked his hair and asked him how he was feeling. It was a ridiculous question he felt like he was shot. “Where is Cassia?” He barely managed still drowsy for the anesthesia.
A sad look passed around the room, and Lance got a really bad feeling. “She’s still in surgery,” Dominic said sadly. “Um…” He said looking away. “They’re not sure she’s going to make it.”
Lance closed his eyes trying not to break down. He was going to kill Cindy. “Lance, what happened?” His father asked.
“We were at a shoot, and someone slashed my tires. We were waiting for a tow truck. We thought we were alone. I was holding her when she was shot. The bullet went right
