“You need to stay strong. If you keep being a good boy, we’ll see each other again tomorrow. You heard that, right?” Thea Karmison had promised it earlier, and Jam counted on it to be true. That way he could check his son each and every day for injuries. He knew not to be obvious about it, touching the boy wherever he figured bruises could have built, but not once had his son winced. Alessandro was still safe and that was all that really mattered to Jam. “I don't wanna go with her, Dad. I don't wanna be a good boy for them. I want to see Mom,” Lesso insisted, not ready to let go of Jam after hugging him. Prying the little arms away from his neck and feeling his heart break with every damn inch, he pushed his son away from him, making sure Alessandro listened. Only after his son's blue eyes focused on him did he lean in as close as he could without crawling into the boy. “Your mom's doing everything she can to get you back.
