“Little Shannon,” Gibsie announced, nudging Claire’s shoulder to alert her to the fact that I was back and could hear them. “Hi,” I breathed, smoothing down my coat. “Ready for a jailbreak?” he added with a grin. I looked to Claire, who was worrying her lip and shaking her head, before turning back to Gibsie. Forcing the image of my father’s face from my mind, I exhaled a ragged breath and nodded. “I’m ready.”
