I was sad to leave Brian the next day. James and Jonah were already ready at the plane lifting our bags into the haul. It was empty, Marcus had not brought a car this time. I imagine showing one of his pricey toys off to his father would not have the intended effect. I doubt Brian would be impressed at all by something like a McLaren or a Ferrari. Ajax ran up the stairs, he apparently liked flying.
The Range rovers pulled up closer to the staircase that led to the main section of the plane. I turned to Brian.
Why not, I thought to myself as I moved forward and gave him a descent hug. He hugged me back.
“Don’t worry.” He whispered to me in an affinitive tone. “It is hard to kill my son.” He added as he released me.
I looked up, trying to find some trust in his glance. He
