This is Alexander Stephens, Cassie’s father,” Mr. Pierce said, gesturing to the stocky, spectacled man standing to his left. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Stephens,” Jake said, his hand extended. “You can just call me Alex. It’s good to meet you, Jake. Thank you for finding my daughter. Both our daughters. They’re very special girls, as I’m sure you’re already aware.” “Yes,...I am. They are very...special. In more ways than one. I’ve never seen such strength or resilience in anyone. They’re both very brave. I’m embarrassed to say it, but my dad has done...unspeakable things to them. I am very sorry.” “It wasn’t your fault. Your father is the one to blame. Not you, Jake. Neither myself nor Alex hold any animosity toward you. We’re just grateful you’ve led us to them.” “We should get to it then.
