Chapter 13
Theo
My stomach twisted into knots; the toast forced down at breakfast barely keeping still, awash in buckets of strong coffee. It was all I could handle, leaving the fresh fruit, bacon and eggs on the tray.
I hadn't slept at all—or if I had, it'd been to dream of my empty and lonely suite, the hollow sounds of my heart bouncing off the walls.
Josef had been with me during breakfast, keeping close as Tollingham ran through the security routine yet again. He prompted the chief, filled in the answers when I needed to say something, and kept it short.
It was simple. All I had to do was walk behind the four horse-drawn carriages, each carrying a family member. Mom and Dad in front, James and Tim right behind them—then me, walking alone.
Keep my head high, and not stumble durin
