Page 428 of Broken Oath

Then Jackson.

Medical teams surrounded them without touching anyone until permission was given.

Rook had insisted on that.

No unexpected hands.

No shouted orders.

No one treating the survivors like prisoners again.

Wade stepped onto the ramp.

He stopped halfway down.

Rain touched his face.

He closed his eyes.

No ceiling.

No concrete.

No mountain.

Only clouds and cold water falling from an endless sky.

Dad stood beside him.

“You always hated rain.”

Wade opened his eyes.

“I changed my mind.”

Sam Cutter waited at the bottom of the ramp.

When Wade reached him, Sam held out one hand.

“Welcome home.”

Wade looked at it.

Then pulled Sam into an embrace.

“Thank you.”

Sam’s expression changed.

He patted Wade’s back.

“Your sister did most of the work.”

“I know.”

I folded my arms.

“You could sound a little less surprised.”