Bethany POV
Saturday with us moving home. I did not have a chance to make pies for tomorrow. Theo refused to let me stay up late at night to cook them. I have to admit I was tired from all the moving, and my head and neck were hurting. I am looking forward to not walking around in pain all the time.
When we reached the parking space the following day, the bodyguards waited for us. We climbed into a special SUV, which Scott said was as close to what Dad had as he could find in his fleet. I am not sure why I felt I needed bulletproof glass; it was just another feature that made me feel better.
I guess.
It won't stop a car from ramming us, but it will prevent other issues. From what Dad had said, I was still in real danger, but I had argued that I needed to have a life, and being caged
