It took only a minute for Dad and Zeke to be ready. They left in Dad's car, heading towards the prison my birth mother was held in, chasing down my blood-brother.
I hugged Mom on my own initiative. "Thanks." I could tell she was hesitant about sending her husband to go find Jeremy. She gave in for me.
Mom squeezed me closer. "It's not just for you. Wayne, your father, has a tendency to want to help young men like Jeremy."
"I know." I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Dad likes to save people."
She let out a small laugh. "Yea. He does. He likes to claim that he's not any good at it, but he tries his best anyway. Don't worry about Jeremy. I know your dad will reach him and talk some sense into him." She released me to wipe her eyes.
"Are you crying..?" Dave asked.
Mom glared at him. "Why can't I? Jake just hugged me."
Dave held up his hands in mocked defense. "I see who the favorite is."
