Lena climbed into the car and the moment Jamie joined her, she leaned against him. Her fingers drummed against the thermos she was gripping so tightly her knuckles were turning white.
They were going to save Thomas. He was going to be fine. Oh god, she hoped he wasn't in terrible shape. The idea that he could be injured...that he could have been tortured was awful. She didn't even look out the window as the drove. She just stared at her fingers and remembered to breathe, willing that they get there quickly.