My 6-year-old granddaughter phoned me in panic just after midnight. “Mommy says the baby is coming! Help!” I asked, “Where’s daddy?” She answered, “He k!cked mommy’s tummy and left.”…..

I’m going to make sure of that. The Montana Sunrise painted the hospital parking lot in shades of gold and orange as Harry strapped Lydia into his truck. He had phone calls to make, people to see, and plans to set in motion. But first, he needed to get Lydia somewhere safe and figure out exactly how deep Trent Huxley’s connections ran because Harry Kane didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep, and he just promised his granddaughter that her father would never hurt her mother again.

Harry dropped Lydia off at his neighbor’s house 3 hours after leaving the hospital. Martha Kellerman was 72, widowed, and had raised six children of her own. She took one look at Harry’s face and asked no questions, just wrapped Lydia in a fierce hug, and promised to spoil her with pancakes and cartoons until he got back.

“Take all the time you need,” Martha said quietly, her weathered hands gentle on Lydia’s shoulders. “And Harry, whatever you’re planning, be smart about it.” Harry’s first stop was Pike’s Auto Repair, a grease stained garage on the outskirts of town, where honest work got done by men who understood the value of keeping their mouths shut.

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