Jarod trails behind Parker and Adam as they walk out onto the patio. Jarod smiles softly as Adam reaches for his mother's hand. Adam looks over his shoulder at Jarod and lifts his free hand out to him. Jarod accepts it, meeting Parker's eyes briefly. Tentative, shrouded. He's used to that look. Despite moving forward with his son, Jarod will have to accept that does not extend to his mother.

"Good morning," Margaret stands up as they approach, her hands clasping nervously.

Jarod lets go of Adam's hand and holds his arms out to comfort his mother. She steps into his embrace, her fingers pressing into his shoulder blades as her arms wrap around him, clinging to him. "Hi Mom," Jarod whispers.

Margaret lets out a nervous chuckle. "You're here, I can barely believe it."

"Wait till I contact Dad," Jarod smiles, pulling back to look at his mother. Her eyes light up at the mention of her husband.

"Your father? You found each other?" She asks hopefully.

"A few years ago," Jarod confirms with a nod. "Emily is with him, they're safe."

Margret presses a hand to her chest as she chuckles in relief. Jarod watches his mother's features settle into a smile as she ducks her head. The only person missing from her family is her.

Jarod will hold back from revealing the existence of Ethan and his younger brother, his clone, who has been travelling with his father until he can break the news gently.

"Good morning, Miss Parker," McGonnell intones from the other side of the table. "Master Adam," he adds.

Jarod turns his attention to the older man bowing slightly at the little boy. "Good morning," Adam chirps back. He climbs up on the chair Parker pulls out for him, on the other side of Margret.

"Did you three rest well?" Margret asks as she puts some toast on Adam's plate.

"As much as we could," Jarod replies catching Parker's eyes. "Mom," he implores gently.

Margaret nods at his unsaid questions. "Robert told you most of it on the plane, dear," she explains softly, gesturing at McGonnell. "When you and Kyle were taken, your father and I searched for you. For a long time, we went out of our minds with worry. There were no leads, no answers. We tried to stay strong for each other, to hope one day we would find you. After Emily was born, a man approached your father with a way to get you back."

"Fenigore," Parker states. His mother bobs her head.

"Weeks later Catherine was gone and they had Charles' gun," Margaret's voice catches. "We knew the only way to protect Emily was to disappear."

Jarod's heart clenches, knowing his mother was right to do what she did. "But we hoped one day, you'd get away," Margaret's smile is watery, and verges on a sob. "And you did.

"Your father and I split up; give The Centre less opportunity to use us against you." She pauses and looks at Parker before continuing. "Before Jarod escaped, we did more research on the Triumvirate. Discovered at the core, they are deeply superstitious and covet the scrolls. I went to Carthis to find them with the hope to use them as leverage to finally free my family." Her eyes drift meaningfully to Adam, fully engrossed in his toast. "All of them."

"Do you know what they said?" Parker asks.

Jarod hears the restraint, the yearning in her question. He looks at his mother as she shakes her head. "No, I'm so sorry, my dear."

He meets Parker's eyes over the table. They'll never know. "Parker," he says, conveying everything they're thinking as she rolls her eyes. "They're papers, a story which our lives were moulded to fit. They have no power over us."

"You honestly believe that?" Parker hisses at him. It's fine, he will take her ire before she lashes out at anyone else. He knows how scared she is of their future, afraid of living the same lives as his parents trying to protect their son. "We might be away from the Centre, but that doesn't mean we're free, that doesn't mean they won't come for us."

She turns to McGonnell, "No offence, but you haven't given us an ounce of proof you're any different to Raines or my father."

"Parker," Jarod says again, calmly noting McGonnell doesn't whither under her fiercest glare. "It's not their fault. We will keep Adam safe; I promise."

Jarod stops, and waits for another onslaught but non comes. Instead, Adam lays a hand on Parker's on the table. The gentle touch calms her instantly, yet the little boy does nothing else. Parker's glare remains in place as McGonnell picks up the small stack of three envelopes beside his plate to pass them to her.

"Your mother's letters, as promised, Miss Parker," McGonnell proclaims as Parker examines the familiar cursive of her mother's handwriting. She blinks as she flips through them before she wordlessly passes one to Jarod.

"This one's yours."

Jarod accepts the envelope and turns it over in his hands. He feels his mother's eyes on him. Though she has suffered as much as he has, he feels as though he should open Catherine's letter to him in private, wanting to protect the words she meant for him. His attention is drawn across the table to Parker, who seems to be feeling the same as he is as she tucks an envelope into her lap while she reads the letter her mother sent McGonnell all those years ago.

"I can't guarantee your safety from the Triumvirate forever," McGonnell starts. "For now, however, I believe they will want to cut ties as soon as possible to prevent any of the fallout affecting them."

"It's done?" Margaret asks.

"Before we left Blue Cove," McGonnell promises his old friend.

"What's done?" Jarod and Parker ask at the same time.

"I gave a dossier of evidence to a NSA and FBI joint task force who were looking into the assassinations of their undercover agents," McGonnell confesses. "I thought it would be best to get you away before their planned raid on the Centre this morning."

"Raid?" Jarod questions, feeling winded for what felt like the hundredth time since he met McGonnell.

"What about Sydney and Broots? Angelo?" Parker asks.

"I believe Doctor Green and Mister Broots were at the mercy of a T-board when the building was raided. From my sources, the federal agents weren't too happy to find them being interrogated after being dosed up on scopolamine," he explains. "They're safe, Miss Parker. Angelo appeared once they were out of harm's way."

"Lyle and Raines?" Parker asks, her face a mask.

"Lyle was leading the T-Board and arrested," McGonnell tells her. "Raines and his sweepers put up resistance. None survived."

Parker stares blankly at the older man as she digests the information. "Show me a body and I might believe you," she comments heavily. Raines has died before and come back. Even if he really is dead, he'll still live in their nightmares.

"I need some time," Parker says as she pushes away from the table and heads back into the house, taking her envelope with her.