Grieving Father's Rage

Josie hadn't woken up for the next fifteen hours, and the anxiety within me rose. The doctors said that the problem might go beyond her physical injuries and be caused by trauma. That was understandable. That fucker had wanted to rape and kill her, and she'd defended herself, ending up killing him in self-defense.

I hadn't talked to Ryder since we'd seen each other at the precinct. I knew that he was torn between the need to mourn his brother and the relief I'd seen on his face. At the precinct, he'd assured me he would testify in Josie's favor. She was the victim, and I would seriously damage anyone who dared claim otherwise.

Tony's condition had improved. His head stopped spinning, and the throbbing pain decreased. He was still under observation, but he used that time to work on his laptop while lying in bed. He had also replaced me by Josie's side a few times, insisting I showered and slept for at least an hour or two. I reluctantly agreed, knowing that I needed to be focused and pr