As we reach the border I can see Alex's blonde hair, and around a dozen men with him. Stevie takes off running towards his dad and leaps into his arms.
“What were you thinking?” I can hear him ask his son, holding him at arms length, inspecting him for injury.
“I got lost,” I hear Stevie respond with a lie. Interesting. I guess he’s not going to sell out his brothers.
As we get closer, I see that 3 of the men look like older versions of Stevie, and 2 of them don’t actually even look old enough to have shifted.
“Boys,” Alex says, turning to the younger boys. “Take your brother home. Your mother won’t be happy until she can see him herself.”
We stop at the line, waiting for the OK to cross. I look at Alex and he motions me over. As I get close to him, he opens his arms and gi
