Jack gazed around the room at these men who would give their lives for him. Maybe they could finally do something. If not for him, then to free Callie and Jonathan from their prison.
He pulled his phone out and scrolled to his favorite picture of Callie and their son. “This is what we’re fighting for.”
Keith took the phone then passed it around. Everyone got quiet as the reality of what they were doing, what their true goal was, sunk in.
When Jack got the phone back, he took one last look then shut it off. “I wish I hadn’t been so stupid and proud. I should have called you all years ago. Callie and Jonathan could have been free of Cabrini from the beginning.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, Jack.” Chris patted his shoulder. “As much as it sucked, seems like Callie and Jonathan were treated well enough by Cabrini. There are worse things that could have happened.”
Scott tilted his chin at Chris. “Sounds like you know what some of them are.”
His friend’s eyes drifted around the room. “Meg was in a bad situation for a few years in Miami. When I think about it, I want to—” He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
“She’s not there anymore though and she doesn’t want to dwell on the past. Look toward the future, Jack. We’ll help you get there.”
All eyes fell on him and he had to swallow the huge lump in his throat. Look toward the future. As they finished making plans for gathering more information, Jack hoped he had a future, and that it included Callie and Jonathan, free of Cabrini’s hold.
