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Frank remains tied to the chair.

Sage kneels beside him while Will cuts the ropes around his wrists.

Frank’s hands fall into his lap.

Deep red marks circle both of them.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Sage asks.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s what Sean says when he’s bleeding.”

Frank looks at Sean.

“Is she always like this?”

“We’ve known her three days.”

“And you’re already tired?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Sage helps Frank stand.

His knees buckle.

Will catches one arm.

Holt takes the other.

“I can walk,” Frank mutters.

“You’re doing a terrible job of proving it,” Sage says.

Frank looks at her.

Then he smiles.

It is small and filled with pain.

But it changes his entire face.

“You grew up.”

“I had no choice.”

His smile disappears.

“No. You didn’t.”

Sirens sound beyond the freight-yard gate.

Sheriff’s vehicles surround the loading building.

Paramedics enter behind the deputies.

They place Frank on a stretcher.