Her Vow

"I can't." Trace says numbly. "I can't win this."

Trace has been sitting motionless at the table for the past hour. Adie cried herself to sleep on my lap, and Drew, who stopped throwing things at the closed door a while ago, is curled up on the couch. Rory is standing numbly near the window.

"Where would we go, Trace?" Rory asks, but his words fall flat against the lifeless air in our tiny home.

"Sara," Trace says. "Or a foster home on the mainland."

I stand, place a sleeping Adie into Trace's arms. I grab Rory's elbow, spin him around so he's looking at me. "Well, I'm not," I say fiercely, turning and gripping Drew's face in my hand so he is forced to look up at me, too. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Trace laughs mirthlessly. "And what can we do to stop them?"

"I don't know," I say honestly. "I never have a plan, and that's what has always scared Sara O'Neill. All I know is she fucked with the wrong family."

Trace looks up at me finally, a smile twisting the corner of his lips for half a second. "But what if you can't, Ken? What if I lose them?" And then I see the absolute terror take over his face.

"I'll find a way to save us, my love," I whisper, dropping a kiss on his lips. "I'll find a way to save us all."