Darren's POV
He was the only person alive who could still call me 'brother'. My eyes found Lisa in the crowd, smiling while nudging her head in Jordan's direction. So this was her show of goodwill? I guess I was now obligated to help her.
Jordan whizzed forward, holding my right hand in a firm grip. We stared at each other for a while, the whispering voices dying out quickly.
"It's been far too long, Jordan."
"I'm sorry, brother."
I pulled him into a tight hug, patting his back as a tear slid out of the corner of my eye.
We walked forward, my hand over his shoulder, passing watching eyes. Jason pulled away from the crowd, walking towards me with an annoyed expression on his face. He looked like he was going to explode with anger at the sight of Jordan.
