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Sage speaks to Sheriff Cruz.

But for this one moment, Sean and I stand together.

The way we should have stood eighteen years ago.

“I’m still angry that you came here,” he says.

“I know.”

“I’m going to stay angry.”

“All right.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re holding me while you say it.”

His arms tighten.

“I’m beginning to understand where Sage gets it.”

I smile against his chest.

“Good.”

Taylor calls Sean’s name.

The moment ends.

Sean keeps one hand at my back as we walk toward Frank.

The paramedics want to take him to the hospital.

He refuses to leave until he speaks to us.

Sage stands beside the stretcher.

Will remains close enough to catch her if she moves toward another armed man.

Kane carries Patrick’s phone.

Taylor has a computer open on the hood of an abandoned truck.

Arthur and Trent escort Patrick outside.

Holt follows Sheriff Cruz toward Ramirez.

All seven Iron Ridge Protectors are moving.

Working.

Protecting.

The building they called home may be gone, but Sage was right.