Thankfully, Jamie didn’t have any injuries and hadn’t suffered from hypothermia, which was a small miracle considering how cold it had gotten last night. According to Jamie, he’d gotten lost in the woods and his pack with his supplies had fallen down some embankment, so he salvaged what he could, which is when we’d found him. Thank God. I pulled into the driveway, exhaustion settling deep into my bones. The toll of the past few days weighed on me, and I was grateful it was over. Jamie was home safe, and right now, that’s all I wanted to concentrate on. Hudson was in the car next to me. Jamie had insisted on riding home with his dad, and I didn’t argue. “I’ll go check in with Richard and the guests, make sure things are going okay,” Hudson said, reaching for the door handle. I grabbed his arm before he could get out. “Wait.” I sighed. Hudson had barely spoken to me since we’d found Jamie and took him to the hospital. I hadn’t been able to get the look on Hudson’s face out of my mind.
