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“I’ve got her.”
I look at him.
Eighteen years.
I have trusted this man with my life more times than I can count.
Today, I’m trusting him with something more important.
“Stay here until Vega has someone she trusts to take over.”
“I will.”
“Then bring Sage back to Iron Ridge.”
“Got it.”
“Don’t stop anywhere.”
“I know.”
“Check the vehicle before—”
“Sean.”
“What?”
“I know.”
Sage wipes her cheeks.
“I’m standing right here.”
“I know.”
“You talk about me like I’m a package.”
“You’re a very argumentative package.”
Her mouth falls open.
Arthur laughs.
“Now he’s definitely a father.”
I point toward the truck.
“Get in.”
Arthur obeys, still laughing.
The sound feels strange this morning.
Almost wrong.
But Sage needed it.
Maybe I did too.
