Chapter 65

Cassandra

Night shifts seem to be the worst ones, where the weirdos come out, the villains create crime, and the general bad population wreak havoc in their wake. It's when we sometimes receive the worst calls. I now understand why my dad used to sleep most of the day away before he had to suit up and return to fighting crime for the night.

And he did it alone.

The thought makes me shudder to imagine the things he might have seen and encountered in all his years as an officer. True, before my mom passed she was always there to comfort him, but I am assuming it would only work to some extent. She wouldn't have been able to fully comprehend what he was going through because I don't believe he would have put those horrific images in her head, making her worry more to the degree than she already did.

Having Crayvin by my side is not only nice, but I feel safer when he wraps those strong arms around me at night. I don't feel coddled or anythin