Titus’s POV.
I look from Troy to Thea. I can see the heartbreak as clearly as the summer sky. It is written all over her face.
I step away from the family and walk to my lil sis.
“Thea,” I say her name gently, not wanting to spook her. She sighs and grips the table in front of her, her head hanging low, her shoulders tight. She raises her head, taking in a big breath.
“What is it, Titus?” She asks, she sounds so defeated.
“Tell me what you need?” I say to her, and she looks at me over her shoulder.
“What I need is for everyone to do their damn jobs. We have work to do.” She says going back to selecting what she needs. I nod my head and move closer to her and reach the things she can’t and hand them to her to inspect. We work side by side when the loading bay door open and I turn to
