~ JESSE ~
'If Cazz is really opening up… this might be the time to tell him what you were fleeing at home. He might be more understanding than you think,' Rake sent carefully.
I sighed, nodding. 'I know about his dad. At least, some,' I sent sadly.
Rake blinked. 'He told you?'
'He had a dream and… since we linked I only saw a couple flickers. I still don't know the story, he didn't want to talk about it. But I understand a bit better now.'
'Good. That's really good, Jess. He's opening up.'
'Yes, but for how long?' I grumbled and tried to push away the tension twisting in my chest.
I hadn't realized how much I relied on Rake, how much reassurance it gave me knowing he was always around. How much stronger I felt with him there. And now I was facing days, perhaps some of the most uncertain with Cazz, without him? But then I remembered that barren canyon of pain in Cazz and why God had brought me here.
I sighed. Then cleared my throat.