I know the drill, but it doesn't make things any easier. My son is fighting for his life, and I can't help him. He still has his whole life ahead of him. Jessie and I are both pacing like two crazy men, until our wives arrive. They didn't take it well. Cassie is beside herself and so are Vance and Mark.
How could I let this happen? These people are under my roof. I should've done a better job protecting them. “I know that look. Stop blaming yourself,” Liz says as I hold her. “It’s hard not to, my Liz. Our boy is fighting for his life and so is Caleb. Phoebe and Sophia have been taken. I should’ve done more,” I say, and she shakes her head.
“Stop it right now. Did you check in with the guys?” she asks. “Nothing yet. Rebel and Dom are also helping.” “That man doesn't know who he is dealin
