Paul
For days, I stayed glued to the cameras that showed my house in Mexico. I watched and listened for anything I could bring to Blackstone. I knew Frank had a few men on this in Washington, but I knew this life better than any of them, and I needed to help.
With the camera footage projected onto a massive screen, I poured myself some coffee. Abby had brought a whole pot down for me earlier along with some sweets. I snagged a sticky pastry from the plate, and as I sank my teeth into its deliciousness, I was struck by how much the people in this house cared for one another. I’d almost forgotten how much these simple acts of kindness made this place a home to all who were lucky enough to live here.
I knew Ty was back. I’d heard Moore mention he’d gone right up to see Ivy. Lucky guy. Taly
