Page 52 of The Fear (The Hillers of Barratt County #7)

Luis came to her. Hala just held Wynnie close and watched as he used her kitchen towels and the clear packing tape she’d used on the boxes to hold the knife in place. The butcher knife was sticking out of Grady’s chest. Hala bit back the panic.

She couldn’t panic now.

Wynnie was still clinging to her.

There were people coming into her apartment. Police. She looked up. Clay Addy, her cousin Micah’s closest friend in the world, was there. Thank God. He was the sheriff. “Clay, she…attacked us. Her kids, where’s her little boy? Where is he? He’s only two or three. And Grady?—”

“It’s okay, Hala, we have the little boy outside with Greer Hiller. He’s unharmed.” Clay took Wynnie from her, even though Wynnie just cried. She’d be traumatized forever from this. How could Jessica have done this to her little baby girl? He handed Wynnie to Luis.

That was good. Wynnie would recognize Luis. And he would stay with her, make sure she was safe and okay. Luis would.

Someone was pressing on the knife wounds on Hala’s forearms. It hurt. It hurt so much.

She didn’t care.

She needed to be with Grady.

Her eyes met his. He had the most beautiful eyes of all of the Hillers. She would always think so. His heart…it was always in his eyes.

Just how she felt for the man hit her hard. “Grady…I…”

“I…okay…hon…ey.”

“No talking,” Clay said. “We’re going to have to take him to the ER to have it removed. I don’t think it’s hit a lung, so we’re going to be real careful to make sure it doesn’t. Paramedics are on their way.”