"I promise, Thomas," I replied solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "I am going to make you feel better."
"Then, you need to understand me," Thomas replied, looking deep into my eyes.
Amelia moved closer to me and touched me gently. I could feel her touch as much as I could feel myself touching my hand.
"Are you sure we are going what is right?" Amelia looked at me awkwardly again. "Are you really sure we are doing what is right?"
I rubbed my forehead gently, and then informed Amelia that I wasn't really sure about what we were doing.
"Thomas' father instructions were straight forward. "We need to bring his son back home to him."
My heart pounded as the weight of the decision settled in the air. Amelia and I faced each other, tension etched into the lines of our expr
