Isabella now had her head down, against Marie’s, rubbing her hand up and down Marie’s back.
“What do they want you to do?”
“I don’t know.”
Cole looked at the clock by the dresser and he had 15 minutes left. Fifteen minutes and an unknown future ahead, he thought. He found himself questioning his life again, like he’d done during the back end of his drug running days, but this time it was out of his control and entirely unforeseen. Standing for a second, he stepped up and behind Isabella, sat back down halfway between the door and the wall, and pulled Isabella in close to him so that both of his hands were now also cradling Marie. He felt the tears once more. I’ve taken this for granted, he thought to himself. Fifteen damn minutes left. He tucked his head into the curls of Isabella’s hai
