Naturally, I was the last to arrive; Cadence and Erik were already armed and ready along with Graham’s team. Whether it was the early hour or the fact that the others shared my distaste for being sent to collect a four year old child, I couldn’t be sure, but nobody spoke. The streets of D.C. looked much as they had when we headed off to Pennsylvania, except lonelier and more imposing since the moon was the only source of illumination besides the SUV’s headlights. Graham didn’t insist I sit in the co-pilot’s seat on the flight, so I stayed with Erik, our fingers tightly laced. Darkness shrouded Erik’s haunted thoughts in thick shadows; I hated seeing him this way. Even worse, I hated there was nothing I could do about it. No one else knew him as I did, so the others didn’t pick up on his uncharacteristically quiet and tense demeanor. Cadence gave us a couple blurry-eyes glances, but even she didn’t comment. Under different circumstances, I might’ve tried to read her mind and gauge her reaction to the situation, but today, I didn’t care.
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