Chapter 12

LUKE

Dust clouds rise from the dumpster as I dump a box of wood, drywall and trash into it.

My shirtless chest is dripping with sweat. My jeans covering in dirt and dust. I stop and grab a bottle of water. I take a drink. It's hot today, but my body isn't hot from the sun.

Rage fills me. The thought that Ian almost killed everyone I've ever known, has me salivating for blood. I will get that blood, but I need to take care of my people first. For my own mental stability, I will rebuild my own house. Show Ian that I'm not going anywhere.

It's been a few days since the attack. I spent the early morning checking in with everyone to see how they’re holding up. Joshua has been having nightmares every night. I don't blame him because so have I. I settled my mother and called the Falcon Ridge hospital. Lucy is almost healed. Bobbys spine is healing slower than expected, but he's gained a tiny bit of feeling.

I look at the plastic draping the gaping hole of the house I grew up in, blowing