Quinn clapped Zach on the shoulder. "Come on. Let's go do what we need to do, so we can go. We have to be back here in half an hour to pick up Xan and Mom." Quinn paused for just a moment. "He's going to make it, bro. I don't know how I know that, but I do."
Zach nodded, though he didn't believe a word. His dad was going to die, and it was all his fault. "Come on, let's go."
Laney didn't sleep the rest of that night, and all day Sunday, she waited for Zach's call. Sunday night, she tried earplugs and a sleep mask and managed to doze on and off. By Monday morning, she barely roused herself enough to get dressed. She wished she knew who to call for more information on Sheriff Shannon's condition, but she couldn't bring herself to bother Zach.
She'd gone and fallen in love with the man.
Now wasn't that just the dumbest thing ever?