Chapter 77

“I didn’t ask your opinion,” my dad snapped, and that was one of the many reasons I loved him. He tookshit from no one, especially when it came to taking care of the sick. “Where can I find the sheriff?”

Before anyone could respond, I heard a rumbling in the crowd and looked up to see the sheriff herself had arrived.

She was a short, stocky woman, a mixture of stern and pretty in her facial features. There was concern and love in her eyes. She kneeled next to Beebub.

“I’m here, love,” she murmured, voice husky as she brushed hair from his forehead and cradled his head in her lap.

“I’m sorry, Marlene,” he whispered, and I saw a tear fall as he hugged her waist. I wanted to do something for him, maybe start by punching everyone within a half-mile radius.