Jack

“How are you, son?” Father’s deep voice rumbled from where he stood, solid as always. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Father. I’m good,” I replied, offering him a smile.

“Good.”

That was Father - a man who could say volumes in a single word. He’d never been one for lengthy conversations.

“How did I get here?” I asked.

“Those bastards!” Mother’s voice turned sharp as a blade, making me flinch. “Lucas brought you here.”

“If not for him,” Father’s voice grew heavy with unusual emotion, “we could have lost you. Thank goodness he was there at the right time to save you. I wonder who could be so wicked to...