Caspian didn’t feel as if he had needed the solicitation for assistance by that sleazy lawyer type fellow but somehow it’d paid off. He had an idea as to why but that was better left for deeper conversation later on. While he’d not been tracking the individual days he imagined that Laura’s birthday was drawing closer if it hadn’t already been bypassed by his stint of incarceration. The Government had nothing to charge him with and they knew it. Hence why he was now free to go.
They’d come for him earlier but paperwork and processing had taken longer than he’d expected. Mentally he’d alerted Dorian, told him not to wake anyone in the house if they were sleeping for the news. He didn’t want to disturb his family any more than they’d already been. Just being able to be with his family though ... it made him move a bit faster in the direction of their home.
Drawing near the large residence the essence of the lingering pieces of twilight began to dwindle around him. Soon it would be full on dark but Caspian dares any of the guards to even open their mouths in his direction just then. There already had been hell to pay with any guard who had the audacity to amble close enough to his cell.
Up the short Porsche steps and to the door Caspian emitted a sigh of relief. The door was open quietly and then closed. He was home. It felt so good to be back.