Nolan called me yesterday morning to check in. He had garnered some influence and found me the private plane I needed on short notice when money didn't cut it but friendship did. I could have waited six or eight hours and had one. I did not want to wait. Ten days was enough.
Ten days is nothing, Nolan barks. That guy should have stayed away forever.
Then why did you help me?
Because, Bridget, I would do anything for you. This was for you. He can go fry in hell.
It stings, though. Just enough that I pull up some armour and say my goodbyes from behind it, slightly muffled but all attempts to be polite just the same. Nolan doesn't let me off the hook but at the same time he's exceedingly gently.
Bridget, just because you want something doesn't mean it's good for you. Don't forget that. If I didn't have faith in the boys to keep you safe I wouldn't have helped you out at all.
Yes, you would have.
No I wouldn't. Look what he did to Ben. What if next time it's you? You're a third of Ben's size. You wouldn't survive it.
He would never hurt me.
He already did. That's the problem and Bridget, they're just trying to help you any way they can but you've put up a defence of a monster and that's a mental illn-
I have to go. I stare at Caleb while I talk. I love you. Thank you. I choke out the words and hang up.