When Seth heard Jaymi leave, he got up to go look in on his sister. He silently opened the door and peeked his head in. Rory looked like a little light brown cherub with her favorite velvet blanket pulled up to her chin.

He pictured that man trying to hurt his sister. The sister he was supposed to protect from pieces of shit like Max. Instead, it was everyone else but him. If she died, especially after how he had treated her, he would never forgive himself.

But she didn’t die. She’s right here and she’s not going anywhere.  

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