Dillon had no doubt that a long, excruciating wait was in front of them as he got out of bed the next morning and started his day. Jamie was already up and going, but Dillon felt lethargic, too tired to move.
Worry about what was going to happen to Jamie kept him pinned in place, despite the reassurances he’d received from Alicia the night before.
When he finally forced himself out of bed, it was pushing noon. He showered and shaved in mechanical fashion, donning the clothes Nate had brought for them in the same robotic way.
He came down the stairs and entered the kitchen to find a smiling Alicia sitting at the table talking to Jamie and Brandon. Dillon’s heart starting thudding against the walls of his chest, whether from hope or dread, he wasn’t sure.
Alicia sent him a thousand wa
