NADINE'S POV
My heart hammered loudly against my chest. It knocked against my ribcage, rattling so hard I could almost feel it about to fall.
None of us said anything as we quietly made our way back to the now exploded bunker, and even though I tried so hard not to show how fucking scared I was, Rowan must have seen something on my face because he reached out to hold my hand.
I squeezed, grateful for the contact. He squeezed my hand back too, and even though I had a bad feeling about all of these, even though dread was rapidly spreading across my body, even though I was trying so fucking hard to stop thinking that we were likely walking to our deaths, I was glad that I was here.
With him.
I knew Trent wasn't a father to him in all the ways that counted, but somehow, a part of me felt sorry that he was about to go through the ordeal of killing his own father.
