As soon as the agent left, Trey set the vase of flowers he was carrying on a table and stood back to take in my bruised face and the pretty shiner I’d be sporting for a few days.
Remorse darkened his eyes. “If we’d only gotten there a few minutes sooner.”
“It’s not your fault.” I swung my gaze to Bruce. “Neither of you. It was just bad timing. But I’d go through it all over again to find Mom and Dad.”
Bruce’s expression lightened. “How are your parents?”
“Not good, but the doctor told me they’ll recover.” I let out a heavy breath. “They were given goren every day, so detox is going to be hard.”
“I heard,” he said solemnly. At my questioning look, he said, “Levi talked to someone at the Agency.”
“What about you?” Trey asked. “How are you doing, aside from the bruises we can see?”
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