Jake?
There was a buzz, and the light changed - it had been so bright she could see it even under the blindfold. Now she stood, blinking, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
Honey?
It was a good thing Eric had warned her the soldiers would come; that Heather had told her what she knew, what she had seen when Jake was taken. She had been able to hold herself together during her conversation with Major Beck, but this, her crumpled child...
oh, Jake...
...it broke her heart to see him flinch away from her. Easy...oh, Jake. Look at me, sweetheart.
His face was bruised and swollen, and his red-rimmed eyes would not meet hers. She couldn't tell if he knew she was there, even when he he began to speak.
Mom... Mom, what are you doing here?
I heard you were in a little bit of trouble. God, it was so hard to see him like this. At least Beck had given permission for her to give one bit comfort. Here, have a drink of water. Come on, honey. Here you go...careful. Shh..there you go, that's better. Taking a breath, Gail steeled herself for what she had to do next. Sweetheart, you can't keep this up - and I can't stand to see you like this. There has to be a better way.
Mom. You shouldn't be here.
She knew he would fight...she hated pushing him, but the soldier at the door would make his report, and she had to perform.
Listen, you just tell Major Beck whatever he want so know, please, and then he'll release you.
NO, Mom. No.
Had she seen him as a crumpled child? No, he was strong. So strong, and so stubborn. Just like his father.
I love you son. Gathering him closer, she whispered to him. Eric and the boys are coming. I love you. Stay alert - don't give up.
Had he heard? Finally, she took his chin in her hand - something she hadn't had to do since he was at least fourteen - and forced his face to hers. She met his eyes at last, and...yes, there it was. The slight frown, the quick look away. He may not believe she was here, but he had gotten the message she had come to deliver.