Thomas couldn't help himself. He wrapped his arms around his son, burying his face in Jamie's shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, grief and guilt pouring out of him. "I'll make it up to you. I'm so sorry, Jamie."
Lena watched them for a moment, and then she pulled out her phone and dialled Victor's number. Explaining the situation took no time at all, and she wasn't surprised when he had a recommendation for a place immediately. She called them too, just to make sure they could take an admission at this time of night.
"Victor's coming over. He's going to take you in, Thomas. And you're going to feel like hell for a few days, but at least that shit will be out of your system."
"Lena, thank you," Thomas breathed. "I- I've been so scared- Thank you."
"Yeah well. Next time you're scared, I would suggest maybe telling one of us."