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What was he to say to that? In the best-case of all scenarios that Neal had rehearsed in his head, he would have the perfect explanation as to why he had picked up the phone and dialed August’s number, but the moment he heard the man’s voice, there was a distinct case of radio silence inside Neal’s mind. Funny, how in most situations, he would know exactly what to say, yet when it concerned Emma and the situation she was currently in, he was at a loss for words. After a deep breath and a careful recollection of his previous thoughts on the matter, Neal cleared his throat and finally spoke up.
“I don’t—-it doesn’t feel right. You said this was in her best interest, that she’s supposed to fulfill some destiny or another? I just can’t justify the fact that I put her behind bars for crimes that I committed.”
Pressing his lips together, Neal’s entire expression turned sour, and he started pacing through the room he was currently occupying. Another silence, though not because of an absence of thoughts this time, in fact, he was being pestered by an onslaught of guilty conscience. And amidst the guilt, a single, burning question.
“How’s she holding up?”
