Page 77 of Chaos has a Name
“I’ll go,” Michael said, knowing it was likely EJ up to something. That was generally the case.
When he was gone, Coraline handed Caryn the very full baby, and she burped him.
“Grandma, you always have a place in our world. You’ll need meds and therapy, but you’re never leaving.”
Caryn relaxed.
Yeah, she could see that.
No matter what happened with Wyler, she knew the truth.
She was a Blackhawk in more than just a name. She was one in her soul, too.
This was her tribe and this was her home.
Forever.
Chapter Five
FBI West
Same Time
Late Morning
All in all, today was going rather smoothly, and Ethan was more than grateful for that. They all had their spaces, and the employees there hadn’t been nearly as hostile as he’d expected them to be.
After all, he had a history here.
Some of them had been his to monitor, and he hadn’t always been an easy boss to work under.
That was for damn sure.
Only, he was seeing it was more water under the bridge than animosity. Maybe that was because he wasn’t a director anymore, but the shrink they’d all need help from at some point.
Who knew, but either way, he was grateful. Hopefully, everyone was having an easy time.
When he finished with his office, he headed down the hall to talk to his wife, basically to ensure that she was doing okay herself.
If anything, someone broken could recognize another person experiencing the same thing. Oh, and Elizabeth was definitely struggling.
There was no doubt in his mind that she was about ready to break, and Ethan needed to be there for her.
InPhiladelphia, she’d had his back, and now, Blackhawk would have hers.
That’s what made their marriage strong.
They were the foundation in which everything was built. Now, he had to support that, so they didn’t crumble under the pressure.
Knocking on her door, he saw Vivian sitting behind her desk, and she was efficiently working. The woman was turning out to be a blessing while they were here.
That was for sure.
It wasn’t long before Ethan heard his wife call out to him.
“Come in.”
When he opened the door, his wife was at her desk, which ironically had once been his.
