Daniel stepped over the water jugs, closing the distance between them until he stood directly over the young man. Grief, exhaustion, and fury coalesced into a single, burning demand. “Tell me what you want with Emma,” Daniel growled, his fists balling at his sides. “Tell me who you are, or so help me God, I will tear you apart.”
The young man pressed his back against a nearby headstone, trembling violently. He put a hand flat against his chest, clutching his sternum as if in sudden, intense pain, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. “Please…” he choked out, his voice thin and desperate. “Please… let me explain…”