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Tom’s eyes were bloodshot from the lights and television cameras at the press conference and his head was throbbing after the meeting with the PM. Henry met him off the plane in Sydney and before he knew it Henry was pulling the car into his driveway.
He wasn’t looking forward to telling Vic about his upcoming trip but decided it needed to be done sooner rather than later.
“America? Tom, were you planning on even discussing it with me? Or are you just telling me?” Vic screamed.
“Vic, just wait. I can explain.” He felt like a teenager who had broken curfew.
“Don’t you ‘Vic’ me, Tom. How are you going to explain to your daughters that you are leaving again? What do they even need you in the US for anyway?”
Tom couldn’t answer Vic’s last question. He had no idea why Harlington would
