Chapter 82 Protection

***Gideon***

I don’t let go of her.

Not when the car slows.

Not when Max clears his throat.

Not when Preston deliberately stares straight ahead like he didn’t just witness something that shifted the axis of my entire life.

Hazel is still in my lap.

Still pressed against my chest.

Still gripping my shirt in her small fists like I’m the only solid thing in a world that keeps cracking open beneath he