âJust hold on a bit longer. My dad-- I know heâs coming. Weâll be okay.â He whispered, hoping to give her some form of comfort though he couldnât pull her into his arms like he wanted to. The best he could do was maneuver himself so that she had him to lean on. âThey left but I donât know for how long...â Tears mixed with the blood that stained his face and while he had no luck he still fought against the ropes around his wrists. âTell me youâre okay?â @anncttebardon








