"I know. I have a feeling she’s going to be around a lot over the next week or so."
He almost smiles. "Sounds like your overbearing older sister to me."
"Go. Do what you need to do. I'll be here."
One more kiss.
Then he's gone.
I settle back against the pillows.
Look at my bare finger one more time.
He's going to get it back.
I believe him.
I have to believe him.
Because right now, that belief is the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.
The ring.
The justice.
The future we were promised.
It's all out there, waiting.
And Gunnar's going to bring it home.
I just have to be strong enough to wait.
Strong enough to heal.
Strong enough to be the woman he's fighting for.
I can do that.
One breath at a time.
One hour at a time.
One day at a time.
I can do that.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gunnar
The computer screen glows in the dim light of my father's workspace.
Lines of code scroll past, the facial recognition software doing its work, comparing the image from the spa's security footage against every database it can access.
Twelve hours.
It's been running for twelvefuckinghours.
