Ryan frowned. “Which is?”
“Making Rue a passport. It should have been the first thing we’d done. If we’d just been able to get her straight out of the country, we wouldn’t be in this position now.”
He chewed his lower lip as he thought. “But we don’t have Rue. How can we make her a passport if we don’t have access to her details?”
“I’m not sure, but we’re going to have to figure it out. Maybe there’s a way we can get to see her.”
Ryan shook his head. “The Capellos are going to be suspicious of us, no matter what we do.”
“Yeah, I agree. We need to figure it out, though.”
“And if we manage to get Rue out of there,” he asked, “what about Dillon?”
I pressed my knuckles to my lips. “I don’t know. I haven’t figured that out yet. Fuck. I haven’t figured any of it out.”
“We’re not going anywhere without him,” he insisted.
“I know that, Ryan. I’d never abandon him. I’d never abandon any of you.”
He put his head in his hands. “I just can’t believe this is happening. What if this is it now? What if we don’t get them back?”
I moved to stand behind the chair and wrapped my arms around Ryan’s torso from behind and pressed my nose to his soft hair. “You can’t think like that. We will get them back. We have to.”
Ryan’s shoulder’s hitched, and his voice broke. “But—but what if we don’t?”
I squeezed him tighter, feeling the other man’s pain as my own. “We will.”