Two new bodyguards met us at the airport.
"No change in condition," one of them said as soon as we approached.
They weren't introduced, so I didn't have names. Brack remained all business and didn't so much as give me a comforting squeeze. Match over, I thought to myself. I knew our relationship would end. This was for the best.
We arrived at the hospital and the two men stayed with me in the waiting room while Brack checked on Mack's condition. I had no idea Mack was his cousin; Brack got into intensive care because he was family. A man and woman showed up a short time later. They were Mack's parents. I was glad they had no idea who I was. If I could melt into the floor I would. I prayed silently that Mack would live.