“Are you okay, Leo? I was so scared,” she whispers, refusing to let go of me, and I’m pretty damn fine with that because I didn’t think I’d be holding my wife today, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let her go. “I am now, baby. But I don’t understand . . . How the hell did you guys get me out?” I ask the two lawyers in the front seat. Of course, Hunter laughs. “You might want to ask your wife about that.” “Adelaide . . . ?” “I got us our freedom.” This time her voice is strong and firm. No fear. No whisper. “Now let’s go get our babies.”
