That door standing wide open meant that Danielle was in danger. And it was serious. His stomach plummeted at just the thought. He couldn’t give her as much help as she needed—couldn’t afford to have divided attention. But he could help her in this moment. Dropping his chin to his chest, he whispered a quick prayer. “Lord, please protect Danielle and me tonight. I don’t know what I’m about to walk into, but I trust that You can protect us.” Feeling the adrenaline rushing through his system, he smacked his open palm against the wheel one more time for good measure, jerked his head back up and shoved his car door open. He stomped around to Danielle’s truck, where he could see her stricken face through the window. “Danielle, keep your door locked. I’m going to go in and check it out. Stay here.” He spoke loud enough that she could hear him through the door, but he waited for her to look up and make eye contact before heading in. “What if there’s someone in there?”
