“Bleh,” she said eloquently.
Natalie took her eyes off the road for just long enough to kiss her hair. “I’m just glad you’re out of there,” she muttered fiercely. Maura put her hand on Natalie’s bicep, feeling how tense the muscles were. The woman wasn’t kidding.
It was hard to accept, that she’d just walked out on her father, that she…well, she probably wasn’t going back. Not any time soon. And it hurt too much to fathom that no one in that little huddle had even thought of stopping her. Not a word of protest.
Natalie was right, though. Everyone else had walked the fuck out, followed her, put herbefore her father. It was the first time that anyone in her family had done that. No one else put her first, except Natalie.