"For the umpteenth time, thank you" Jason insisted: "If anything happens to the boy his father kills me, not literally! But he kills me.”
Jeff and I were on the other side of the camp as Diego was being moved to one of the tents so he could rest. Jeff was exhausted, but Jason was in worse shape. The man was drenched in sweat and his eyes were full of worry.
"Is he Ed's son?”
"The only family he has left, thanks again. He wasn't supposed to come with us, but he ran away. By the time we found out, it was too late to come back.”
I didn't understand how the boy had preferred to go out into the unknown when he could have stayed in a well-fortified shelter with all the comforts. And with his father, to boot.
"Will you be able to move, doc?" Jason asked nervously.
"Don't call me
