Hunter POV
The ride back to the mansion is made in silence. Sandra's hand holds tightly to mine, her perfectly manicured nails digging slightly into my skin as I clench my jaw and stare blindly out the window. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the man I had known since I was little, the only man I had ever had as a father figure in my life and the man I considered to be my father, was going to die. I couldn't save him and that's what hurt the most. I would have given anything, done whatever it took if it meant that I could help him. I felt myself floundering, the feeling of helplessness a feeling that I wasn't familiar with. I was supposed to be strong. I was supposed to be the one that others could rely on. Dana had stepped in and comforted me when I needed her most
