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ADA Carisi was not a man to break rules. He knew when to toe the line or how to judge a situation for the grayness that may tinge the edges, but, for the most part, he liked the rules. His faith had taught him that there were expectations in life, and with those expectations came the reassurance of a path to follow. He’d built his entire career around maintaining law and order. Which is why he’d missed the hospital’s first three calls. Court etiquette required cellphones to be turned off. Nowadays most lawyers just make sure the phone is on silent—Sonny included—but he always tried to keep his phone as hidden as possible. He didn’t recognize the number, and figured he’d listen to the voicemail later.
It wasn’t until he saw “Olivia Benson” flash on the screen that he felt the first inkling of concern, a fissure of uncertainty cracking his concentration. She knew he was in court. She knew he couldn’t afford to be distracted. This was a case involving both SVU and Hate Crimes. Declan Murphy sat in the witness box being cross examined by the defense.
Sonny had struggled to keep his emotions in check ever since this case had started. A joint operation between Murphy’s and Benson’s teams meant catching some big fish, and Sonny was happy to see a sex trafficking ring shut down. He just didn’t know how to act around Murphy. He did his best to follow Amanda’s lead; she had told him what happened back at Christmas. She and Murphy had cleared some of the air between them, and Sonny was glad Murphy had apologized to Amanda. But he wasn’t sure it was enough.
He thought he’d done a pretty good job keeping his feelings in check until Amanda had followed him onto an elevator following a debriefing. Once the doors had closed, giving them a moment of privacy, she’d reached up and smoothed out the skin of his forehead with her fingers. He’d instantly relaxed at her touch, not realizing how furrowed his brow had been.
“You’ll get wrinkles,” she’d teased.
He’d given her smirk, but said nothing.
“This case will be over soon, and Declan and his team will be out of our hair.”
He’d sighed. “Am I that obvious?”
“Maybe not,” she’d said, seeming to think about it for a moment. “Maybe just to me.”
Her eyes went again to his brow, and Sonny realized he was scowling again.
“I jus’…I don’t know how to feel about the guy.”
Amanda nodded. They hadn’t had a lot of time to talk about it, but having Declan back in orbit was bringing a lot of feelings to the surface. After they had disclosed and had a conversation with Jesse and Billie, it was like a switch had been thrown. Nine months in and Sonny Carisi had become a dad. A month after that Carisi had not renewed the lease on his apartment. They were in tight quarters living together, but with their one year anniversary fast approaching, the plan was to find a bigger place and then take the steps to make their family official. All the steps.
“How do I look the guy in the eye knowing that one day soon we’ll be asking him to sign away his parental rights? Or, or…or know that this is the guy who gave up the chance to know Jesse? Who took advantage of you?”
“Hey,” she’d said softly, her hand warm on his arm. “Hey.”
“I’m serious Amanda,” he’d said. “I don’t know…I don’t know what I’m doin’ here. I need your help.”
She’d given his arm a squeeze and that night called Dr. Hanover to set up a session for both of them to start figuring out how to navigate this together. It would have to wait until after the case, but it had been enough to calm some of the storm churning inside.
As close as Sonny’s emotions had been to the surface of his skin, Declan Murphy’s seemed buried beneath the shifting layers of priorities and expectations. Sonny didn’t know if he envied the guy’s cool collectiveness or pitied his isolation. The assistant ADA struggled to get a read on the man, and it left him uncomfortable. Perhaps that was Murphy’s goal.
Only one moment had left Sonny with the impression that Declan Murphy wasn’t as impervious to the realities of the situation in which they all found themselves. Jesse and Billie had made Sonny a glittery, colorful monstracity of a birthday card covered with paper hearts and misshapen drawings of their family: Mommy, Daddy, Jesse, Billie, Frannie all labeled in the six year old’s blockish, uneven handwriting. The card, along with a photo of Sonny with the girls—all three covered with flour and fingers sticky with homemade pizza dough—hung in his office behind his chair, both held up with the small hockey stick magnet Billie had insisted Amanda buy for him. Declan’s gaze had hesitated, eyes unblinking, the bright pinks and purples reflecting in his glasses. It was a pause just long enough to feel significant but short enough that it led to nothing meaningful, over before it could be addressed, back to business as usual.
Sonny had to admit that Declan made a good witness. They had reviewed his answers, Sonny perhaps pushing a little harder than he normally would, but Declan never seemed frazzled or unsure. He answered with confidence while avoiding feeling overbearing. He was knowledgeable and firm, never wavering from the facts. It was clear that if opposing counsel tried to manipulate or outmaneuver the NYPD captain, they would be met with the same velvet brick that had left Sonny in only further doubt of his feelings towards Murphy.
And watching Captain Murphy now in the courtroom, sitting still but relaxed, his voice measured and assuring, Sonny knew that there was something a little dangerous about the man.
His musings, however, were interrupted by a series of text notifications flashing on the screen of his phone in quick succession. There was a moment of silence that overtook him at the realization that his former captain would never have reached out to him in the middle of a trial unless it was something serious. A heat bloomed along his skin, and, in the quiet that suddenly flooded his ears, all he could hear was his own breathing.
The judge quickly picked up on the tension in the lead prosecuting attorney. “Is there a problem, Mr. Carisi?”
Murphy and opposing counsel both turned to look at him.
Carisi wasn’t sure how to answer the question. He scrambled to get his phone unlocked; his eyes lingering on the small black characters that sent an ice cold dread through him.
….car accident…Woman ran a redlight…..texting…..hit the driver’s side…..Lennox Hill….
“Mr. Carisi?”
“I’m sorry, your honor,” Sonny said softly, his voice dry and weak. “but I just received a message that my…my partner and children were involved in a car accident and all three were transported to the emergency room at Lennox Hill.”
As the words left his lips, Sonny had to fight the instinct to run immediately from the courtroom. The muscles in his body tightened, ready to propel him forward, but he hesitated, his blue eyes confused and terrified.
“Amanda? The girls?”
He turned towards Declan and blinked stupidly at him.
Nothing seemed real.
The judge’s brow furrowed, though the action was lost on Sonny, his mind stumbling with a thousand different questions and feelings, but he assumed court had been adjourned because he soon found himself fumbling to shove documents into his briefcase before rushing back to his office to find his keys.
His hands shook.
Sonny pressed his phone to his ear, listening as the voice of a stranger told him his entire world was under threat, words like raindrops against his skin. It wasn’t enough information. He needed to know everything. The screaming in his head refused to quiet.
He barely noticed the man waiting at the elevator, and he gave him no more than a cursory glance. Declan, however, stepped fully into his path, a gentle way to get his attention.
At Sonny’s angry look, the other man’s eyebrows went up slightly. “Captain Benson texted to ask that I see you to the hospital safely.”
Sonny scoffed and dodged around him, aggressively slamming the down button for the elevator.
“No thanks. I’m good.”
Declan said nothing, just followed him onto the elevator. Sonny didn’t care. He kept his attention on the phone, calling Liv.
“ A car hit them in the intersection. Driver was texting and ran the light, hit the driver side door head on. Amanda’s in surgery now. Billie’s been taken for X-rays. They think she’s broken her wrist. Jesse is with a doctor now. She was on the passenger side, and took the least of it.”
Sonny couldn’t think.
“S-surgery?”
“ Her left leg got pinned. That’s all I know right now.”
“Ok…ok. Imma, I’m headed there now. Have you called her Mom?”
When Liv answered in the negative he said, “I’ll take care of it. Jus’ stay with the girls if you can.”
He hung up, and was startled when he remembered he wasn’t alone. He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t want to think about Murphy; he didn’t want to care about what that man was thinking.
Sonny shoved his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh.
“Any update?”
Sonny didn’t know why—at least he didn’t want to take the time to examine why—but the question made him angry.
“Not really. No.”
He answered without looking at him; his eyes glued to the elevator doors in front of him.
“Mr. Carisi—” Declan began, but the elevator stopped and when the doors opened, Sonny didn’t hesitate to walk away.
Declan followed.
“Mr. Carisi,” he tried again. “I assume you know, and I don’t mean to interfere or intend to cause trouble.”
Sonny wanted to ignore him, to scream at him to shut up, to do anything to make him go away.
“I know I have no right, but I’m asking you. I don’t deserve to know, to ask, to care. I know that, but I do. Please. Let me get you to the hospital safely. She’s already worried about one parent…”
Sonny stopped abruptly, snapping around to look at Declan. She’s already worried about one parent. Sonny felt sick. Declan’s face was as passive as ever, but the strain in his voice made him seem more vulnerable than Sonny was prepared to acknowledge.
“I’m asking your permission to come. I’ll stay out of the way. I won’t…I’ll do whatever you say. But please, let me do this small thing for…her.”
For her
He felt no triumph at Declan’s humility. This man had pistol whipped Sonny, taken advantage of the woman he loved, and practically abandoned his child. Sonny wanted no sympathy for him. And yet, a heavy sadness took root deep within him—one he couldn’t reconcile right this moment. For her .
“Fine,” Sonny ground out, thrust the keys at him. “But you don’t talk to her unless she talks to you, and you don’t tell her who you are.”
“Understood.”
Sonny wasn’t sure he did. “If you upset her or she’s upset by you in any way, you’ll leave immediately, or I’ll have security drag you out of the hospital.”
Declan couldn’t have missed the way Sonny’s voice broke or the heat behind his words.
“I understand, Counselor.”
It was his measured pronunciation and use of Sonny’s title that communicated the message had been received. Declan was smart, and Sonny wasn’t some green detective to be railroaded. He had earned his position, put more powerful men than Declan Murphy behind bars, and he wouldn’t hesitate to use that position to protect the family he loved.
He tossed the keys to him. “You drive. I gotta call Amanda’s mother.”
*****
The phone call with Amanda’s mother was as much of a disaster as Carisi feared.
Why wasn’t I the first call?
How am I supposed to just drop everything and get up there? I can’t leave Jim with a two year old.
This family can’t catch a break. I am stretched so thin.
He didn’t doubt that Beth Ann Rollins loved her daughter, but Sonny didn’t understand her or her reaction. Amanda had been sharing more and more about her childhood, so he expected this reaction.
“My mom has a way of making sure we all know how a situation impacts her,” Amanda had told him once with a shrug. “I’ve just learned to let it go. Most of the time, it’s just hot air. She still shows up.”
Carisi’s own mother immediately offered to come to the hospital, bring food, and pray. He’d nearly lost control of his emotions, but managed to swallow down his tears. He couldn’t afford to break—not yet.
Through it all Declan quietly drove, his full attention on the road. Sonny, begrudgingly, had to admit it was easier—and probably safer—having him drive.
It was still awkward as hell though.
Sonny felt like he was coming out of his skin. A weight had lodged in his stomach that left him nauseated. He was desperate to lay eyes on his girls. He knew there would be no quieting the gnawing twisting inside him until he had them in his arms, safe and sound.
He wanted to yell at every car in their path and curse at every red light. He caught a glimpse of the car seat and booster seat in the back of his truck and briefly wondered if Declan had noticed them too. He assumed he did. Declan noticed a lot of things.
*****
Covid restrictions meant fewer visitors to the hospital, so they had an easier time parking but a harder time getting past the front desk. Declan flashed his badge, and Sonny was again grateful for his help.
He had no trouble navigating to the emergency room. He’d been through these halls enough times—always on his way to speak with someone in the middle of a crisis. He didn’t like being on the other side of that.
“Daddy!”
A little voice cried out as soon as he came around the corner, Declan in tow.
Sonny had little time to react before Jesse was running across the waiting area, launching herself into his arms. His arms lifted her, and her tiny body clung to his as she began sobbing against his neck.
Relief flooded through Sonny, making him feel a little off kilter, bringing him to his knees. He held her tightly to him, whispering and assuring.
“Daddy’s here. I gotcha.” Over and over again until her sobs turned to crying turned to sniffles and whimpers.
“A car hit us Daddy. It hit us so hard. And I was screaming for Mommy to wake up and Billie was screaming too. I—I—I—” She started crying again, her breath coming hard and loud.
“It’s alright baby girl,” he soothed her again. Worried she’d make herself sick, he set her on her feet and cradled her face, forcing her to look at him.
“Deep breaths,” he said, pulling down his mask and modeling a slow in and out. He repeated the action, his eyes never leaving hers. “Deep breaths.”
Jesse’s red eyes stayed on him, her small fingers clutching the sleeve of his suit jacket as she struggled to follow his lead, hiccuping between breaths and snot glistening on her skin. Once her breathing evened out, a damp paper towel appeared over his shoulder. Sonny glanced up to see Liv giving him a small smile. He gave her a grateful nod then took the towel and wiped Jesse’s face clean.
“My shoulder hurts,” Jesse whined, snuggling back up against him. Sonny looked again to Liv.
“The seatbelt,” she said by way of explanation.
“Show Daddy,” Sonny said to Jesse who pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. He winced at the blossoming blacks and purples along her collar bone.
“Did a doctor look at her?”
Liv nodded. “She has full mobility. Said she didn’t need an X-ray. Most likely just badly bruised. Doctor said she would speak to you about pain management, but they gave her some children’s Tylenol already.”
Sonny saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He’d forgotten Declan was behind him. Scooping up Jesse, who had wedged herself against him, he stood.
“And Billie?”
“I gave Billie Puddles,” Jesse said suddenly, speaking of her beloved stuffed dog.
“Ya did?” Sonny said, injecting some enthusiasm into his voice. “That was very nice of you.”
“I didn’t want her to be scared. The nice fireman let me grab him before we left the car.”
Sonny rubbed her back. “That was a good big sister thing to do.”
Liv added her own praise to the young child then added softly, “They’re pretty sure Billie’s wrist is broken. She was in the passenger side in the backseat. She’s down for an X-ray now. I wasn’t allowed to go with her, but there is a very sweet nurse named Macy who stayed with her.”
Sonny hated the idea of Billie feeling alone and scared and in pain. “I should go find her.”
He looked at Liv questioningly.
“Jesse, honey,” she said softly. “Can you come sit with me for a little while longer while Ca-Daddy goes to check on Billie?”
Jesse pressed tighter against Carisi. “No. I’ll stay with Daddy.”
“You sure?” Liv tried again. “Aunt Olivia can help you pick a snack from the vending machine.”
Jesse shook her head against his shoulder. “No.” Her voice was shaking and that was enough for Carisi.
“It’s fine. She can stay with me for now. What about Amanda?”
“Mommy wouldn’t wake up,” Jesse said again.
Sonny kissed her forehead. “The doctors will help Mommy.”
Liv pressed her lips together. “Daddy’s right. Mommy hurt her leg, but the doctors are working on it right now.”
In a lower voice she added, “Amanda did hit her head on the window, but she was conscious in the ambulance. The real fear is that her leg wasn’t just pinned, but may have been crushed. They are working now to save her leg.”
Sonny had a hard time catching his breath before he forced a huge intake of air into his chest. She was alive. They could deal with whatever came next. She just had to stay alive. He reached out and gave Liv’s arm a squeeze in appreciation before he made his way towards the nurses station. As he was explaining who he was and whom he was there to see, a doctor came out into the lobby calling, “Billie Rollins?”
“That’s me.”
“You’re the dad?”
Sonny nodded.
“We just got her back into the room. The X-ray showed good news, bad news. Bad news, there are two bones in the forearm, the radius and the ulna; Billie has broken both bones in her left wrist. Good news, the break is pretty clean and doesn’t appear to need surgery to set. We are about to administer a local anesthetic, set the bones, and then cast the arm.”
Sonny, with Jesse still in his arms, followed the doctor back. Billie also began crying as soon as she saw her Daddy. “Hurt my arm,” she wailed, reaching for him with her good hand. There was also a small goose egg forming on her forehead near her hair line. The nurse, Macy, who’d stayed with Billie introduced herself and gave him a rundown of Billie’s injuries, what the next step was, and aftercare for the cast and the wrist.
Carisi was incredibly grateful for her help. She helped him keep Billie calm and still even as the toddler cried all through the numbing process and having her arm wrapped. At some point Amanda’s mother showed up and was demanding to come into the room. Covid restrictions prevented more than two visitors at a time, so Carisi, for a while at least, was spared, though he pitied those in the lobby. He’d asked Jesse if she wanted to go out and sit with her grandmother, but again the child refused to leave his side. They had told Amanda’s family about their relationship, but hadn’t mentioned how serious it was or that both girls had already taken to calling him “daddy.”
He had a stack of paperwork to fill out for each of the girls and Amanda. Billie was unhappy with the heavy, clunky cast on her arm and exhausted by the day’s events. She was cranky and just as clingy as Jesse. Eventually, he was able to convince Jesse to sit next to him rather than on him. He pulled a chair up to Billie’s bed, held her right hand with his left, had Jesse leaned against him, and was filling out intake forms with his right. He was glad they hadn’t waited to disclose or move forward in their relationship. It would have made today more challenging than Sonny wanted to consider. As it was, he had copies of insurance cards, social security cards, and already knew each one’s birthdays, allergies, and medical history. Macy had turned on the TV, an episode of Arthur playing, calming both girls and lulling them both into dozing.
It had been about two hours since Sonny had arrived at the hospital, and he was getting anxious for answers. The sun was getting low in the sky, and he knew the girls would wake and start getting hungry soon. They needed clean clothes, and he needed a plan. They wanted to keep Billie overnight because of the bump on her head, and he still hadn’t heard anything more about Amanda.
He finished the paperwork and used his newly free hand to text Olivia.
Any news?
Not yet. I assume they’ll come directly to you once there is news.
Sonny figured she was right, although he imagined Beth Anne Rollins wouldn’t be too pleased by that.
How’s Amanda’s mom doing?
He watched three bubbles pop up then disappear. After a moment the bubbles reappeared.
Wasn’t too pleased to be told she had to wait in the lobby. Murphy managed to talk her into going to get some coffee. That seemed to help.
Murphy. Great. He didn’t think Liv knew the connection between him and Amanda.
Declan’s still here?
Yeah. Said he’d hang around to help if needed.
Sonny didn’t want his help.
Nice of him.
He thought a moment before sending his next text. He didn’t want to risk upsetting Jesse and Billie, but there was something he wanted…needed…to do.
I’m going to ask Sienna to bring some things for the girls. Will you ask Beth Ann to come and sit with the girls for a bit? They’re asleep and there are a few things I need to do.
Liv sent a thumbs up.
He hadn’t allowed himself a moment to think about Amanda too much. He felt a panic rising in him when he let his mind linger for too long on her. He couldn’t lose it. Not with two little girls depending on him. He just needed a moment to himself.
He needed to pray.
A few minutes later the door opened quietly, and Mrs. Rollins stepped in. Her face crumpled at the sight of Billie in the bed, but Sonny pressed his finger to his lips, quietly warning against making sound.
She got the hint. She wiped at her eyes and softly cleared her throat.
Sonny carefully shifted himself free of the girls before standing to make his way over to her. Jesse gave a small whimper at being shifted away from his side.
“Daddy?”
Carisi saw Beth Anne’s eyebrow go up dramatically at the moniker, but he ignored it. He turned and knelt down, his large hand smoothing back the little girl’s hair as he whispered, “It’s alright, Jess. Go back ta sleep. You’re ok.”
She closed her eyes, and Sonny gently rubbed her back until her breathing evened out. He peeled off his suit jacket and covered her with it before standing again. He grabbed the hospital forms and stepped over to Amanda’s mom who was still standing by the door.
“Thanks for sitting with them while I take care of this stuff,” Sonny whispered, indicating the forms.
Beth Anne sighed heavily. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m their grandma—their actual grandma—not the babysitter.”
Sonny pressed his lips together and tightened his jaw to control his response. The impulse to tell her to fuck off boiling beneath the surface, but he knew that would upset Amanda.
“Of course,” he said instead. “Still, it’s a great relief to me to know they’re in good hands. No one can make you feel more loved and cared for than a grandma.”
This seemed to appease her ire and calm her ruffled feathers. “Nice to have someone finally recognize that.”
Sonny forced a toothless smile. He could feel the panic sloshing around inside him again, demanding his attention.
Excusing himself, he took a few deep breaths in the hallway before making his way back to the nurses station to turn in the paperwork. He also asked for directions to the hospital’s chapel.
He scanned the waiting room, finding Liv, and now Fin as well, sitting near a window. No sign of Murphy.
“Yo, Counselor,” Fin called. “What’s the word?”
Sonny made his way over. “They’re going to keep Billie overnight for observation, and still waitin’ to hear about ‘Manda’s surgery.”
Liv gave him a sad smile. “What can we do to help?”
It was overwhelming.
“The girls will be needing some dinner soon…”
Fin jumped up. “I got it. Chick-fil-a coming up.”
“They’d love that. Thanks Fin. I’ll text you what they eat.”
He slapped Carisi on the arm before walking out.
“What else?” Liv asked. Sonny recognized that voice, the voice that assured victims they weren’t alone anymore.
“I—I jus’….” He cleared his throat and tried again. “I just need a minute. If they come about Amanda will you call me?”
She nodded. “Of course.”
He felt his control slip further. He turned from her, quickly weaving his way through the halls and down the elevator, navigating the maze-like turns until he found himself outside the hospital’s chapel.
Stepping in, he felt a calm and comfort deep in at the familiar sight of pews, crosses, and flowers. His faith was more than a Sunday service. It had woven itself into his soul and there was something healing for him to feel like he was being welcomed home. His throat began to burn with the emotions of the day, but Sonny didn’t fight them. He found a spot near the front of the chapel and dropped himself to his knees.
The tears came first, silent and gentle, then the words.
“Thank you for watching over them, for not taking them from me….help the doctors working on Amanda….heal her….”
The prayer was as broken as he felt, but the peace it brought held him together.
He had loved Amanda for years, at first as the best friend he ever had, then as the woman he thought he’d never have, and now as the lover and soulmate that had become his center around which the rest of him pivoted. And those two little babies held his heart the moment he held them.
He could have lost them all today.
It was too jarring.
He continued his prayer, but now silent and more controlled.
He wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been there before he realized he wasn’t alone.
He turned to look and found Declan Murphy standing in the back corner, his head down. Sonny was surprised then felt guilty for thinking he knew a man’s religious feelings and beliefs.
As if feeling Sonny’s gaze on him, Declan raised his head.
Silence stretched between them.
Declan pushed away from the wall, making his way towards Sonny. He sat in the pew across the aisle from where Sonny sat. For his part, Sonny watched, saying nothing, offering nothing, asking nothing.
“Any news?” Declan finally asked, his voice gravelly, as if he hadn’t used it in a while.
“Amanda’s still in surgery.” Sonny almost hated how clipped he was, but he still felt as if his life was on the line when Declan looked at him like that–not the life he breathed but the life he’d created with Amanda, a life around those two little girls–one of which had the shape of Declan’s face.
“Her mother’s…an interesting one,” Declan said lightly.
Sonny scoffed before mumbling. “You have no idea. Thanks uh…thanks for falling on that sword.”
Declan waved him off.
They fell into silence again, neither sure where to go from this.
“And…Jesse?”
Sonny ground his teeth together for a moment.
“She’s uh….she’s good,” he said, hesitating. “She…other than her shoulder bruising, it doesn’t look like she was hurt. She was more scared than anything.”
“It’s good…” Declan paused, looking away from Sonny. “It’s good she has you.”
Sonny had a thousand replies, a thousand things he wanted to say, to accuse, to charge, but he said nothing.
“Mr. Carisi–”
“Look,” Carisi interrupted. “I don’t…I can’t do this right now. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about you, especially about you showing back up after 6 years. I can’t speak for Amanda, but if it were up to me, I’d be happy we never saw you again.”
In his years as a detective and now as a prosecutor, Sonny had learned to look for the subtle changes in a person when confronted with an uncomfortable truth. Declan Murphy had proven one of the hardest to read and discern, but in this moment, he couldn’t–or perhaps chose not to–hide the tension in his shoulders or the slight catch in his breathing.
He stood, beginning his way towards the doors of the chapel. He stopped, however, turning to Sonny.
“I didn’t stay away because I didn’t care,” he said. “I stayed away because I didn’t know how else to care.”
Sonny frowned.
“It’s not an excuse. I know I don’t have a right to say it, but it’s really hard for me to hear her call you daddy and to watch her run to you, to see how much she loves you. I wasn’t there for her, and you were. You earned it, and you deserve it. She deserves it. I see how much you love her. I’m grateful to you and always will be that she is so loved and cared for by a father who showed up. I’m not here to take that away from her or from you…but it hurts. More than I was prepared for.”
Sonny’s phone rang. It was Liv.
She’s out of surgery .
It was all she had to say before he was on his feet.
“Amanda’s out of surgery.”
Declan nodded. “You better get up there and see to your girls.”
He shifted to the side, making way for Sonny to pass.
Before stepping out of the chapel Sonny turned. “I’ll…I’ll make sure and keep ya in the loop. Let ya know how Amanda’s doin’ and how…how Jesse’s doing. If you want.”
“I’d be grateful. Thank you,” Declan answered.
Sonny nodded. It was the best they had right now.
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