“We’ll talk to Brody,” he said, and this time, it meant everything to me. “Thank you.” I fought back tears as Zane hugged me, too. “Thank you,” Zane whispered in my ear. “For what?” “For bringing our boy back to us.” He slapped me on the back, kind of a man slap, but I was used to these from Zane, a guy who didn’t exactly know how to relate to women who wouldn’t fuck him.
