Out of Time

“Suzy?”

Levi pushed back his Stetson and leaned close, looking straight into her eyes, his gaze compelling and demanding. Unyielding in a way she hadn’t remembered.

And it was enough to pull her away from the edge, out of the panic.

“I’m fine.”

He looked unconvinced, his brow furrowed, a five o’clock shadow giving him a tough edge that hadn’t been there when they were kids. “Suzy—”

“Let’s call it a day and say good-night.”

Levi was still standing under the streetlight as she pulled out of the parking lot. The rose was on the ground beside him, a dark line on the pavement.

She hated roses.

She turned on the radio. Tomorrow would be another long day, and she needed to be ready for it.

Prayed she’d be ready for it.

TEXAS RANGER JUSTICE:

Keeping the Lone Star State safe

Out of Time—Shirlee McCoy, June 2011

SHIRLEE MCCOY

has always loved making up stories. As a child, she daydreamed elaborate tales in which she was the heroine—gutsy, strong and invincible. Though she soon grew out of her superhero fantasies, her love for storytelling never diminished. She knew early that she wanted to write inspirational fiction, and she began writing her first novel when she was a teenager. Still, it wasn’t until her third son was born that she truly began pursuing her dream of being published. Three years later she sold her first book. Now a busy mother of five, Shirlee is a homeschool mom by day and an inspirational author by night. She and her husband and children live in Washington and share their house with a dog, two cats and a bird. You can visit her website at www.shirleemccoy.com, or email her at shirlee@shirleemccoy.com.

Out of Time
Shirlee McCoy

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Therefore do not go on passing judgment before

the time, but wait until the Lord comes who will

both bring to light the things hidden in the darkness

and disclose the motives of men’s hearts; and then

each man’s praise will come to him from God.

—1 Corinthians 4:5

Sarah Rodgers. Keep working toward your goal,

and eventually you’ll reach it!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

EPILOGUE

LETTER TO READER

QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

ONE

Silence told its own story, and Alamo Ranger Susannah Jorgenson listened as she hurried across the bridge that led to the chapel. Darkness had fallen hours ago and the air held a hint of rain. The shadows seemed deeper than usual, the darkness just a little blacker. Or maybe it was simply her imagination that made the Alamo complex seem so forbidding.

Imagination and too many sleepless nights.

Six months since Aaron Simons had attacked her, five months since he was killed in a police standoff just outside of San Antonio, and Susannah was still jumping at shadows. People were starting to notice. Her fellow park rangers were beginning to talk. Her life, the one she’d planned so carefully, the one she’d wanted ever since she was a kid, was slowly unraveling, and she felt helpless to stop it.

She shivered. Not from the cold. Not from the chilly breeze. From the darkness, the silence, the endless echo of her fear as she made her final rounds. She’d never known terror before Aaron. Now, it was her closest friend. Not something she was proud of, but something she acknowledged as she jogged to the chapel and flashed the beam of her light along the corners of the building.

Nothing.

No movement, no sounds, no reason to think she wasn’t alone, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. That somewhere beyond the beam of her light, danger waited.

Her cell phone rang as she walked into the building, and she jumped, her heart pounding, her pulse racing. Everything out of proportion to the moment. That seemed to be the story of her life lately.

“Hello?” Her voice bounced off the stone walls of the chapel, and something skittered in a dark corner to her right. She turned, her flashlight revealing nothing but tile floor and emptiness.

“Susannah? It’s Chad Morran.”

“What’s up?”

“Just got a call from Captain Ben Fritz with the Texas Rangers.”

“Let me guess. He wanted to know about our security plans for the 175th anniversary of the Battle of the Alamo celebration.” A soft sound carried through the cavernous room. Rustling papers? Fabric brushing against stone? Susannah cocked her head, listening, but heard nothing but her rapid heartbeat.

“Partially. He also wanted to let me know he’s sending a man out to the compound. They want to do a security sweep. See where our areas of weakness are.”

“They’re assuming we have them.”

“Aside from Fort Knox, I doubt there’s a place that doesn’t. With the 175th anniversary of the Battle of the Alamo coming up, we can’t afford to be too careful. The opening ceremony has to go off without a hitch.”

“I know.” There were more than a few high-level politicians scheduled to speak at a ceremony that would be hosted by the Alamo Planning Committee, and protecting them was the first priority of the Alamo Rangers.

“So you won’t mind staying at the compound a little late tonight? You are head of the security team for the event, after all.”

“You don’t need to convince me, Chad. I’m happy to do it.” Though staying alone at the compound after dark had become one of her least favorite things to do.

“Good. Good. Captain Fritz said his man should be there within the hour. I can come and help with the briefing if you want me to, or we can touch base tomorrow before we open.”

“No need for you to come. I’ll handle things.”

“You’re sure?” That he would ask made Susannah’s cheeks heat.

“It’s my job, Chad. If I can’t do it, I shouldn’t be working here.” Something she’d reminded herself of one too many times during the past few months.

“I wasn’t implying that you couldn’t handle it, Susannah. Just giving you an opportunity to ask for backup if you need it. This event is a big deal. We can’t afford to have anything go wrong.”

“Nothing will.”

She hoped.

She prayed.

But things went wrong all the time.

Good days turned bad in a blink of an eye.

“All right. I’ll leave it in your hands, then, and I’ll want a full report tomorrow.”

“No problem.” She slid the phone back in her pocket, did a full sweep of the chapel and of the office area beyond. Nothing, of course. There was never anything. She should be relieved, but all she felt was disgust at herself and her fear.

She ran a hand over her hair and tapped her Stetson against her thigh. What she needed was a little fresh air. A few minutes outside of the compound listening to the sound of people and the action drifting up from the River Walk and she’d feel more like herself.

“Sure you will,” she muttered as she opened the chapel door and stepped straight into a broad, muscular chest.

Someone grabbed her upper arms, holding her in place when she would have fallen.

And she was back in time, hands wrapped around her throat, cutting off air, fetid breath washing over her face. Alcohol and evil and every nightmare come to life.

She gagged, shoving forward into her attacker, pushing her weight into a solid wall of strength as she tried to un-balance him.

“Hey. Calm down. I was just trying to keep you from falling.” The soothing tone washed over her, the words rumbling near her ear as the man released his hold and stepped back.

Broad-shouldered.

A wide-brimmed cowboy hat hiding his eyes.

Not Aaron.

Of course, not Aaron.

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be standing near the door. We’re closed for the day, but we’ll be open again at seven tomorrow morning.” She cleared her throat, wiped a sweaty palm against her khaki slacks.

“No need to apologize. I should have knocked as soon as I got here. I’m Ranger Levi McDonall. My captain said he was going to call and let you know I was on the way.”

“Levi McDonall?” Her childhood hero? Her best guy friend? Her first teenage crush?

No way could they be the same.

“That’s right. You were told that I’d be coming, weren’t you?”

“Just a few minutes ago. Come on in.” She hurried into the chapel, trying to pull herself together. This was the Texas Ranger she’d be working with for the next nine days, and she couldn’t afford to look like she didn’t have things under control.

Didn’t have herself under control.

She flipped on a light, turned to face McDonall.

He’d pulled off his hat, and his strong, handsome face was exactly the one she hadn’t believed it could be.

Levi McDonall.

Her Levi McDonall.

At least, that’s how she’d once thought of him.

He met her gaze, his eyes a richer brown than she’d remembered, his lashes long and thick. He’d changed. Filled out. Gone from brash teenager to confident man.

“Susannah Jorgenson?” He took a step toward her, his eyes reflecting her surprise, his full lips curving into a smile.

“That’s right.”

“Of course it is. I’d know you anywhere.”

“I guess so. I spent the better part of nine years annoying you.”

“Annoying? I wouldn’t exactly say that.” He smiled again, flashing dimples that would have melted the hardest of hearts.

“I’m sure you would if you weren’t afraid of sounding rude.”

“When have you ever known me to be afraid of that?”

“I haven’t known you for years. As a matter of fact, the last time I saw you, you were a teenager with big dreams.”

“And the last time I saw you, you had pigtails and braces.” He grinned, moving farther into the room, light reflecting off his black hair and simmering in his eyes.

“I never had braces,” she responded, not resisting as he pulled her into a bear hug, bracing for what she knew she would feel. Trapped. Panicked.

But the feelings didn’t come, and she let herself relax into his embrace, let his warmth seep into her and chase away the chill that had dogged her for the better part of the evening.

“That’s better.” He stepped back, looked down into her face, his gaze touching her hair, her cheeks, her lips before returning to her eyes.

“What?”

“You were wound up tighter than a caged tiger.”

“Not really. I was just—” Afraid of nothing? Jumping at shadows? She couldn’t say any of those things. “It’s been a long day. I’m ready for it to be over.”

“I’ll make this as quick as possible, but I can’t promise that we won’t be here awhile. The Alamo Planning Committee is anxious for security measures to be worked up and in place for the upcoming ceremony. My captain asked me to come by and do a security sweep, check to see if there are any weaknesses that we’ll need to address during the event.”

“I’ll give you a tour. Let you get a feel for the compound. Then, we can go over things in detail.” She followed his lead, focusing on the task at hand. Secure the compound for the ceremony. Get through the next nine days. She could make a decision about her future as an Alamo Ranger after that.

“You have some security plans in place already, right?”

“Of course. We’ve been working on them since we were told the opening ceremony would be held at the Alamo.” She led him into the office, gestured for him to take a seat while she pulled a file from her desk. “We can take a look at the plans before we do the tour if you’d like.”

“Better to see the place first, I think. I moved back to San Antonio a couple of years ago, but I haven’t been to the Alamo since I was a kid. Walking around the compound will familiarize me with it again. That will make visualizing security measures a little easier.”

“Let’s get started, then.” She led him through the chapel and into the compound. Shadows still edged the path, but they seemed less sinister, the silence less ominous.

She wasn’t sure she liked what that said about her.

She’d been an Alamo Ranger for four years, and she’d never been afraid to walk the compound alone at night. That she was ate at her, turned her inside out, made her wonder if being a security officer really was what she should be doing. Made her question everything she believed about herself, her goals, her passions.

“You’ve changed, Susannah.” Levi broke into her thoughts, and she met his eyes, saw that he was studying her with an intensity that made her shiver.

“We’ve both changed.”

“We’ve both matured, sure, but there’s something else. Used to be you were bubbly and excitable. Talkative to the point of frustration. Now, you’re subdued. Quiet.”

“And you’re reading a lot into five minutes of reconnecting.” She offered a smile that she hoped looked more natural than it felt.

“Maybe, but—”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it? We’re both here to do a job. How we’ve changed, why we’ve changed, if we’ve changed, none of those things are important.” She cut him off, not wanting speculation to lead to a discussion she didn’t want to have. Not with Levi. Not with anyone.

“Then we’ll call my observation a point of interest and move on. How big is the compound?”

“A little over four acres. The ceremony will take place in the gardens. We’ll have a stage set up there.”

“And you have enough people on your security team to keep the area protected?”

“Yes. We—” A loud bang shattered the quiet, the discordant sound so completely unexpected Susannah didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to panic. She ran, skirting the long barracks, Levi close on her heels. Another bang followed the first, and she changed course, racing toward the sound. A figure lurched out from behind the giant oak that had stood for centuries in the compound, and Susannah called out a warning, her hand on her gun, her body humming with adrenaline.

The intruder didn’t heed the warning to freeze, didn’t stop bulldozing toward her. Wobbling, but coming fast, knocking into Susannah before she could decide if deadly force was necessary.

She stumbled and went down hard, the pungent scent of alcohol and sweat swirling around her, threatening to drag her back to that night, back into terror.

And then he was gone, pulled up and away, slammed down onto the ground, Levi crouching over him, a gun pressed to his head. “Don’t move. Don’t even breathe. You okay, Susannah?”

“Fine.” She managed to get to her feet, managed to cross the small area that separated them. Managed to do it all without shattering into a million pieces.

But she wanted to shatter.

Wanted to fall into a heap of blubbering fear and let Levi handle the intruder.

“Susie. Suze. You tell him to let me go. You tell him he’s got no right to treat me like this.” The slurred words, the voice, they were familiar. The alcohol. The sweat. The stumbling, fumbling steps.

Mitch.

She should have known.

She hadn’t.

Fear had clouded her judgment, had almost made her pull a weapon she didn’t need.

The knowledge was a heavy weight as she crouched next to Mitch and signaled for Levi to let him go.

TWO

“You can let him up.” Susannah’s voice seeped through the haze of Levi’s rage as he leaned over her attacker. The acrid scent of alcohol and sweat drifted up from the prone man, mixing with the softer, subtler scent of Susannah’s perfume.

Susannah Jorgenson.

He still couldn’t quite believe the stunningly beautiful Alamo Ranger he was going to be working with for the next nine days was the knobby-kneed tomboy who’d followed him around when he was a kid.

“He’s trespassing on private property.” And he’d knocked Susannah to the ground.

“Trespassing? You know I wouldn’t do something like that, Susannah.” The words were slurred, the man obviously drunk as a skunk.

“You are trespassing, Mitch. And you know it.” Susannah nudged Levi’s arm away, then helped the man turn over and sit up. Deep wrinkles and hollow cheeks told the story of too much excess. Threadbare clothes and duct-taped shoes told the story of something else. Desperation. Helplessness.

Levi knew the feeling of both those things.

Had known them since the day five months ago when his former captain, Gregory Pike, had been shot and killed in his own home.

“I fell asleep. You know how that happens with me sometimes.”

“You didn’t fall asleep. You passed out, and I told you that the next time you passed out on the compound I was going to call the police and have them take you away and dry you out.”

“Now, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you, girl?” The man ambled to his feet, his movements slow and ungainly.

“I should. I really should.” Susannah reached out and grabbed the guy’s arm, holding him steady when it looked like he might tip over.

“Fell asleep is all. Woke up and thought I’d better get out of here before I got myself into trouble. Tripped and fell into the door. Knocked the lid off a trash can near the barracks. Sorry about that.”

“Passing out, falling asleep, neither of them are things I want you doing here. Especially not after hours. Now, where were you? I checked this compound twice in the past couple of hours, and I didn’t see you.”

“Behind the barracks.”

“You weren’t there when we closed.”

“Don’t know about that, doll. I came right in the gate. Just like I always do.”

“Which gate?” She took Mitch by the arm, leading him back toward the chapel.

“Houston Street. Came in near the museum. Couldn’t get inside the building, though.”

“Because we’re closed.”

“Then why’s the gate open?” Mitch’s words were barely intelligible, and Levi was surprised he was still on his feet.

“That’s a good question.” Susannah led Mitch through the chapel, ushered him to the doors, barely meeting Levi’s eyes. He could sense her tension, see the frown line between her brows.

She’d said she’d locked up, checked to make sure no one was there. Now they were escorting a drunk off the premises. That didn’t bode well for the overall security of the compound, but Levi wouldn’t say that. He’d tour the area with Susannah, make a thorough assessment of its strengths and weaknesses and come up with a plan of action that would satisfy the Alamo Planning Committee and the members of Texas Rangers Company D.

“Do you want me to call you a cab? Have it take you to the mission for the night?” Susannah asked as she stepped outside the chapel with Mitch.

“I got a place to stay, doll. Don’t you worry.” The guy stumbled away. Susannah watched him go, the seconds stretching into a minute before she finally turned to face Levi.

“I need to go check that gate. You can stay in the chapel if you’d like. Look over the plans we’ve put together for March 6.” She looked drawn, her face leached of color, fear seeming to hover just beneath the surface of her eyes.

Was she afraid of Mitch?

Of Levi?

Of the fact that there’d been a trespasser on the compound while she was in charge?

“We haven’t finished the tour, so I guess I’ll come along. I wanted to see the garden where the ceremony will take place. I also need a count of gates and entrance points.”

“There are six gates plus the entrance to the chapel.” Moonlight fell across her face, highlighting deep hollows beneath her cheeks. She was thinner than Levi remembered, her face leaner, her shoulders narrow. Not delicate, but not the tough tomboy who’d played street hockey with the neighborhood boys.

“We’ll need a plan to make sure they’re secure on the day of the event.”

“Already taken care of. We’ll have a Ranger assigned to each gate.” She turned and led Levi back through the chapel and out into the compound, her silence so different from the Susannah he remembered that Levi couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

What had happened to the excitable little girl? The adolescent who’d poured her heart out to Levi as they’d sat on her parents’ porch swing?

She’d disappeared. Left a quiet, somber woman in her place.

A quiet, somber, beautiful woman in her place.

But, then, he’d always suspected that she’d grow into a beauty.

He didn’t try to fill the silence, just kept his peace as they walked toward a long, low building.

“This is the long barracks. It houses our museum. The gate Mitch was talking about is just to the east of it. I locked it after we closed for the day, so there’s no way it could be open. Mitch tends to drink too much, and then he gets confu…” Her voice trailed off as the gate came into view.

“It’s open.” Levi took the last few steps to the gate, scanning the street beyond. A few cars drove by and voices carried on the cold air.

“I closed the gate as soon as the last visitor left. Made sure it was locked.” Susannah flashed a light on the lock and examined it.

“Has it been tampered with?”

“Not that I can see.”

“Is it possible you forgot to lock it?”

“I’ve been doing this for four years, Levi. I didn’t forget.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe another security officer—”

“We don’t work that way. If another Ranger had been here, I’d have known it.” She stepped through the gate, looking up and down the street as if she expected to see someone standing there with a key.

“If you locked it, someone unlocked it.”

“Or the lock is faulty.” She closed the gate, locked it and then tried to pull it open again. It held tight.

“Looks like that’s not the case.” He gave it another tug for good measure.

“I need to call my boss. Let him know what’s going on.”

“We should get a team to scour the compound. Make sure whoever opened the gate isn’t still hanging around. Check to see if he left anything behind.”

“Right.” She pulled out her cell phone, speaking quietly as she hurried along the path that led to the chapel.

He followed more slowly, scanning the foliage and the deep shadows they created. It would be easy enough for someone to hide there. Easy at night, but easy during the day, too. He’d have security teams run sweeps of the grounds before and during the ceremony to make sure the compound was empty. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep their VIP guests safe.

He frowned, eyeing the fence that separated the Alamo from the rest of the world and the buildings that jutted up above the compound. Not good from a security standpoint.

He dialed Ben Fritz’s number, knowing his friend and the new captain of Company D would be interested in the development.

“Fritz speaking.”

“It’s Levi. I just arrived at the Alamo.”

“How do things look?”

“They’d look better if there hadn’t been an intruder on the compound.”

“What happened?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Seems one of the gates was locked and someone unlocked it.”

“Are there security cameras on-site?”

“I’ll check into it.”

“Sooner rather than later, Levi. We don’t have much time to make sure the Alamo is secure.”

“Trust me, I can hear the clock ticking.”

“Good, because Hank Zarvy is breathing down my neck, asking for a detailed plan regarding the opening ceremony.”

“He’ll get it.”

“When you’re good and ready to give it? Because if that’s the case—”

“You know I don’t work that way, Ben. Especially not when it comes to this case. Hank Zarvy is an annoyance I’m willing to deal with if it means solving Greg’s murder.” He glanced at Susannah, saw that she’d finished talking to her boss and was watching him, not even pretending that she wasn’t listening to the conversation.

That was fine. There was plenty she needed to know.

“The Lions of Texas are behind all of this. We know that. What we need to find out is what they have planned for March 6. If we don’t, more people could die.”

“We’re going to stop them, Ben, and we’re going to find out which one of them pulled the trigger on Greg. We need justice. For Greg and for Corinna.”

“No one realizes that more than I do. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t tell Corinna that we’ll find her father’s killer.” Ben and Corinna were as close as any couple Levi had ever known, their love for each other a palpable thing. They weren’t the only ones who’d found love in the months since Greg died, and Levi was sure that if his old boss could look down from Heaven and see what had happened to the men and women of Company D, he’d smile.

“We’ll get his killer. I won’t rest until we do.”

“None of us will. Keep me updated on what’s going on at the Alamo.”

“I will.”

“And, prepare yourself. Zarvy wants to meet with you and the head of Alamo security. Breakfast tomorrow at his place. Eight o’clock.”

“We don’t have time for meetings or hand-holding.”

“We don’t have time to bury our heads in the sand and pretend the Lions of Texas aren’t a widespread and growing drug-smuggling organization. Thanks to Gisella and Brock Martin, we’ve found one of their drug entry points on the border and thrown a handful of their low-level operatives in jail, but we have a long way to go before we bring them down.”

“A long way to go and not much time to accomplish it.”

“Does that mean you’re going to be at the meeting tomorrow?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’ll be there.” He disconnected, met Susannah’s eyes. “We’re scheduled to meet with Hank Zarvy tomorrow morning. You know him?”

“He’s part of the Alamo Planning Committee, so we’ve met once or twice.”

“He wants a briefing on our security plans.”

“No problem. Maybe you can brief me on what’s going on while we wait for Chad to show up.”

“Chad?”

“Morran. He’s my boss. He’s called in a few other Park Rangers to help search the compound. They’ll be here shortly.”

“We can start the search now. If someone is on the compound, I’d like to have a chat with him. Do you have an extra flashlight?”

“Sure, but searching the compound isn’t going to distract me.” She met his eyes, her emerald gaze wary and filled with questions.

“From?”

“Let’s not play games, Levi. Something is going on. Something bigger than a 175th anniversary celebration and a few threatening notes.”

“My office has been investigating an organization called the Lions of Texas. We believe they’re behind the threats.”

“The Lions of Texas. Never heard of them.”

“Not many people have. They’re secretive. No one knows who their top members are, but we do know they’re working to open the Mexican border.”

“Toward what goal?”

“They’re heavily involved in drug trafficking. An open border will make that easier. My captain was investigating them before he was murdered. Now, we’re finishing the job he started.”

“Gregory Pike was your captain?”

“I guess you’ve heard of him?”

“I saw the story in the news a few months ago. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“So am I.” Greg had been a great man, a fantastic captain, a wonderful father. Now, he was gone, and there was nothing Levi wouldn’t do to find his murderer.

“Come on. We’d better get started on our search.” He pushed his sorrow aside, pushed his anger away, refused the guilt that always seemed to be just a memory away. If he’d been just a few minutes earlier, would Greg still be alive? It was a question he’d asked a dozen times a day in the weeks following the murder, but there was no answer. No way to go back and relive the moments after he’d received the text summoning him to Pike’s house.

“Do you really think whoever came in would hang around and wait to be found?” Susannah pushed her Stetson down onto her head as they stepped into the compound again.

“I don’t know what the motivation was for entering the Alamo after it closed, so I can’t say if the person would hang around. Has this kind of thing happened before?”

She hesitated just long enough to make him wonder. “Six months ago, I was scheduled to open the compound. When I got here, the Houston gate was already unlocked. Someone had stolen the keys and used them to gain access to the compound after business hours. That time, we found out who was responsible.”

“He’s in jail?”

“He’s dead. Killed during a police standoff a month later.”

“Was he a Ranger here?”

“No.”

“Then he knew a Ranger.” How else would he have gotten the keys?

“He knew me.” Her tone was stiff, her expression unreadable. Whatever she was thinking and feeling was hidden behind a mask of indifference.

Which meant it was a subject she cared deeply about.

Or felt deeply about.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I was.”

“He was a boyfriend?”

“He thought he was.”

Her words sparked a memory. A news story that had broken a few weeks after Greg’s death. A woman viciously attacked, clinging to life in the hospital. A suspect leading the police on a high-speed chase through downtown San Antonio. All of it ending with the suspect dead.

“He nearly killed you.” It wasn’t a question. He already knew that the girl he’d grown up looking out for had been brutalized and nearly killed. He already knew that she’d suffered things most people couldn’t even imagine.

He knew, and he wanted to pull her into his arms, tell her everything would be okay.

“Let’s try to stay focused on the present, okay?”