By the time I killed the engine, the bat was already skidding across the hallway tile.
Mason had Cole pinned against the wall with his forearm across his chest, one boot planted wide so he couldn’t lunge again. The front door was open behind them, the TV was blasting from the living room, and all I could hear over it was Noah crying.-..
‘Get your son,’ Mason barked at me without looking away from Cole.
I ran past them and yanked open the bathroom door.
Noah was crouched beside the tub, shaking so hard his teeth were clicking. His left arm was tucked tight against his body, and his cheeks were streaked with tears. When I reached for him, he flinched first.
That about killed me.
Then he saw my face and fell into me so hard I had to brace against the sink to keep us both upright.
‘I’m here,’ I told him. ‘I’m here, buddy. I’ve got you.’
