Back in Blakes cabin early in the morning, Shasta packed the last of her things, including the pink leather collar. From her bag she dug out her keys. Her tone was business-like. This is the clicker to the gate. This one opens the front door. Ive written the security code on this slip of paper. The cars are in the garage, use any of them that you like.
She stopped and looked up at him, eyes wide. I dont want to go. Her voice was small, twisting his heart.
I know, kitten. But you have to, theres no way around it. Just know this, his tone was firm and confident, Im right behind you. And Ive got this. I dont want you to worry. I might not be able to see you for a while but trust me. Ive got this.
Okay, Daddy, she whispered as tears streamed down her face. He held her as tightly as he could, his heart breaking at the idea of being unable to shelter her from this storm.