Her face was a mirror. It held the same breathless scream Bishop had on the day he saw his parents die.
But for some reason, watching Charlotte’s pain was worse.
They’d only just met, but after seeing her father and his friend gunned down in front of them, they were connected for life. A shared experience that can never be repeated with anyone, ever.
Speechless in the center of the hotel room, Charlotte’s body shook. He pulled her in close, resting her head on his chest as her body went limp.