"Shot at?" Elize repeated. Her heart faltered and anguish scattered her mind. "Owen?" she squeaked. "How?" She felt as if her lungs burned and every wisp of breath whooshed out of her body.
Ever since her brother and his wife had misbehaved with her at their father's funeral, she had stopped thinking about them. She had shoved them both at the back of her mind because they only brought bad memories. But what Daryn said right now brought all the love she felt for her only brother, only blood relative left on this earth. She took in a ragged breath as she looked at Caleb, not knowing what to do. Her knees felt wobbly.
Caleb rushed to Elize's side and held her shoulders tightly. "Lizzy," he said in a soft voice, holding her steadily. He sat on the sofa and made her sit in his lap. She was so numb with shock that he cupped his palms on her cheeks. "Look at me," he said as his heart raced with unease. "Please, baby."
