Chapter 65

In the last month, Christophe had visited Joe’s mother, she’d told him so in her letter. She referred to Christophe as the “nice gentleman with the red hair”, and in her letter she went on and on about the treats, coat, and boots Christophe had bought for her. It seemed the little brat had convinced her that Joe was a hero who’d saved his life, and therefore, he was indebted to her for being Joe’s mother.

Joe didn’t know how he felt about all that. Grateful. Touched. Confused.

What kind of life would they have, out there? It seemed so impossible. Yet, the moment his feet would touch the platform in Montreal, Joe knew he’d be running to Christophe.

Like the faithful beast he was, and would always be.

“Vega…Joe.”

From his bunk, Joe looked back at the bars and blinked at the light. “What is it?”

Crawford stood close to the gate. “Tomorrow’s the big day, right?”

Joe sat up, putting his feet on the cold ground. “Yeah.”