Will edged closer to our conversation as Parker started to speak. “We’re not sure. Brick through the front window, but no one saw a person on foot or in a car. We’ve gone house to house on this block and haven’t gotten a single witness.”

I looked at Will. “What did you see?”

A muscle in his cheek ticked. “Not a damn thing. I was in my room playing piano and heard a crash. I thought someone might’ve dropped a dish or something. But then there was screaming.” Will’s face reddened as he did his best to hold back tears. “By the time I got out there, whoever threw the brick was long gone. We got the girls out of there and into the bedroom and waited for the deputies.”

I squeezed Will’s shoulder. “You did good. You kept them safe.”

“I didn’t,” he said in a rough whisper. “Caelyn and Mia are hurt. They—”

“No,” I cut him off. “You got them out of a dangerous situation. Got them somewhere safe while you waited for help. Did you know someone was going to throw a brick through that window?”

Will shook his head. “Of course, not.”

“Then there’s nothing else you could’ve done. Don’t take on what some other asshole did.”

“You said a bad word,” Mia whispered sleepily.

I chuckled. “I guess I’ll be on kitchen duty tomorrow.”

“I’ll help you,” she offered.

“Thanks.”

I heard Caelyn suck in a sharp breath, and my head jerked in her direction. Nick the EMT was probing the cut on her head. My jaw tightened as I pushed off the table and headed in their direction. “Careful. Can’t you see she’s hurting?”

He sent a scowl in my direction. “I’m doing my job.”

“Well, do it a little more gently,” I gritted out.

Parker dropped a hand on my shoulder. “Okay, okay. Let’s all dial it back a notch.”

Caelyn forced a smile. “I’m fine, really. A piece of flying glass must’ve nicked me.”

Everything about her said otherwise. Her face was pinched in pain. Her skin even paler than her normal fair complexion. And there was something below the surface…fear. I bit back a dozen curses I wanted to let fly free. “I think we should take you to the hospital. Let a doctor check you out.”

“No. I don’t need a hospital. I don’t even need the EMTs. I just need a Band-Aid and a couple of Tylenol. That’s it.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Parker got there first. “What do you think, Nick? Hospital? Or is she okay without it?”

The EMT carefully taped a bandage into place on Caelyn’s head. “There’s no sign of a concussion. I think she’ll be fine.”

“You think?” I barked. Who was this idiot? Had he even gone through medic training?