A call

Jason can’t stand to see Katie crying. His gut screams at him to drop his bags and go to her…comfort her…wrap his arms around her to let her know it’s going to be okay. But he can’t. Not this time. It was no longer his job.
Fighting for all he’s worth, Jason turns back around and forces his feet forward.

Getting to Hal’s truck, he throws his bags in the back, willing himself not to replay the look on Katie’s face. He slides into the driver’s seat and flips open his cell phone as he turns on the engine. “Yeah, it’s Jason…”

Twenty minutes later…

Con gently pushes Katie’s door open wide enough for him to slip inside. His eyes are full of concern, unsure quite exactly what’s going on. All Jason had said was that he’d left Katie in a bad way and she needed a shoulder. “Kat?” He moves closer, cautiously. “Everything okay?”