Dane
As he watched the doors close on Lila and Josh, something rumbled in his bones. Like an earthquake from the inside. A reminder that he was human. That he could feel. That she needed him. And, maybe more importantly, he needed her.
He turned back to the room, the space between his shoulder-blades itching with the urge to go after her, to hold her, to kiss her. But he shut it down.
The best thing he could do for Lila—for all of them—was figure out what had happened to Tish, and how they could get her out of his father's grip.
Chris and John were still discussing the phone tracking and possibilities for escaping the building when he pulled out a chair and sat at the table. It occurred to him that everyone in the room knew he was married now, and that Lila was his wife. He didn't have to pretend anymore.
