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Not only that but I’ll get to be with my family. I’ll get to know them again. Reform bonds that I have craved for the longest time. That I have grieved.

“You don’t have to decide right away. This is a lot to take in. We have already bombarded you today. I want you to take this next couple of weeks to make your decision.”

I nod my head, I can handle that.

My father stands up, dusting the sand off his pants. He holds out a hand and I take it, allowing him to help me up.

“Come on, I promised your mother I would find you and bring you home."

“I fought every single day to bring you home. For the last 10 years, that’s all I’ve done. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I was able to bring you and your Mum home.”

“Home.” I confirm.

“It's time, Scar. This was always the plan, we just didn’t know what that timeline would look like.”

After a week of running over what I had been told, I knew my answer. Admittedly, I knew my answer from the moment I had been propositioned.

Packing up an entire house in two weeks is something I hope to never do again.

At least it has given me plenty of time to get to know Rhodes and my father better. It felt weird to call him Dad. He seemed resigned to fate when I first called him Ren. It’s clear it hurts a part of him but a small part of me still holds the hurt of being betrayed.

Mum hasn’t been shielded from my deep-seated anger. I’ve barely spoken to her.

Rhodes insists I forgive her but I can’t seem to allow myself to. At least not yet.

A lot of damage has been done and I refuse to be the type that simply forgives and forgets.

The worst part about packing up and moving is saying goodbye to my friends. I know that it is only a ‘see you soon’ but it still fucking sucks.

My father has already granted me full use of the private jet for whenever I want to fly them over.

Yep. A private fucking jet.

My eyes widen at the damned thing on the tarmac. Yet another luxury I hadn’t considered but one I’m certainly not mad about. Especially not considering how goddamned comfortable it is.

Did I mention it also has a bedroom in it?

We aren’t in Kansas anymore Toto.

Rhodes and I talk the entire flight. I feel like I haven’t laughed this hard in a very long time. He tells me about all of the crazy shit that we use to get up to. I fill him in on my life since the ‘accident’, as we are now referring to.

It’s been refreshing getting to know him. We have become close very quickly.

He is just easy to be around. Isn’t afraid to talk a bit of shit but also has been a massive support in being able to process everything.

In turn, I’ve also been there for him. A shoulder for him to lean on. Reassurance when he comes rushing into my room in a blind panic, not sure if I’m actually real.

Yeah, that sure as fuck hurt.

“I’ve got to admit Scar, I was nervous about seeing you again.”

“Why’s that?” I question, raising my eyebrow.

Rhodes lets out a deep breath as he looks down at his hands that are fidgeting in his lap.

“When Dad told me that you and Mum were both alive, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I didn’t believe him. I know I’ve told you a bit about this already, but I really did lose my shit. I stormed out of the clubhouse and just drank myself into oblivion. Dad found me three days later at some run-down bar in a mess.”

He grimaces at that. I can see the disappointment written on his face. And so much heartache. It is raw and seems to utterly consume him.

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