Jake had woken up at the hospital. Most of his wounds were bound up from the looks of it. He looked to the bed beside him, which happened to be the one that Mr. Lewis was in. Jake's gaze soon went back up to the ceiling. "Red," he whispered, as if her spirit could hear.
Derek sighed as the ambulance was long gone. "Ready to leave?" he asked his daughters as he got into the car. "I'm going to see Jake though. I can drop you two off at home if you don't want to come."





























