Please God. Please God. Please God. The words repeated with every step, getting faster and faster. Please God. Please God. Let her be there. A yellow streak shot out from behind the truck, barking hysterically, then Colorado came running to meet it. “Harry! Harry, where is she?” The dogs ran from him to the truck and back, ran back to him, over and over, and he followed as quickly as he could. “I’m coming, baby girl!” He damn near ran into the tailgate of the truck, catching himself on the bed. The whole crappy POS shifted, and he heard a wild scream. “Chloe!” At the sound of his voice, the screams intensified, and he was tearing at the door, coming close to decapitating himself when the fucking thing actually opened. She was right there, filthy and furious and right there. “Oh, sweet baby. Praise God, I got you. Daddy’s got you.” He picked her up, held her to his chest. “Oh, baby girl. You’re safe. We got you now. You hear me, Addie? Landon? I got her. She’s safe.”
