My father shook his head.
“I would love nothing more than to stop,” he said. “I would love nothing more than to know peace in this world. But so long as the Carters are around, that will never be the case. And for that reason, you cannot stay here.”
I pursed my lips, all too aware that I had no say in the matter.
“Pack your bags,” he said. “You leave here within the hour. I will join you when things have settled down here. I will not come with any Saints.”
Why…
But before I could ask that, my father left, shutting the door gently behind him. I sunk into my bed, feeling so disappointed and defeated. For the briefest of moments, I had had a real father, one who listened to me and wanted to do right by me.
And now?
That father was buried once more, deep within the heart of his own bars.
But why would he be coming alone? Why was he not bringing any bodyguards? Anytime we went anywhere, he always had at least one person with us to provide security and protection. If not…
He thinks they’re going to get wiped out tonight. He’s just staying to make sure they don’t flee.
He’s going to make sure everything burns down before he runs so there’s no trace of him.
The thought was horrifying. It was also, unfortunately, far too in character with my father.
And there didn’t feel like there was anything I could do to stop him.
