I lay there, glancing between my wrist and Shiloh, trying to figure out how to explain where the bracelet had come from.
The toilet flushed, and Little B came out, smiled at Shiloh, and hopped back into the bed with me.
“Hi, Shiloh,” Little B said with a grin. “Did you give him the gift from Silas yet?”
“Silas…” Shiloh whispered.
“After the accident, I went somewhere—not exactly sure where,” I began. “I met my father… and your brother.”
“That’s… a lot,” Shiloh said, tear
There was commotion in the hallway.
Griffin didn’t look the least bit fazed as he stared at Dr. Meadows.
“Are you really that stupid?”
“Excuse me?” Meadows gasped.
“Cut the crap,” Griffin said through gritted teeth. “That wasn’t Matt’s car.”
The room went dead silent.
Uncle Matt’s face drained of color.
“What do you mean, Griff?” he asked quietly.
“Your new job,” Griffin said, letting the words hang in the air. “There was a second candidate who thought she
Noah wasn’t the intended victim. I can say that neither was ……
That car had a lot of power. My parents had one with an automatic transmission and a 383 engine and the fishtailing is based on how my mom drove it. My dad didn’t let her drive it a lot
Before I could explain anything, the door swung open and a doctor rushed in, Uncle Matt right behind him.
“Ah, Mr. Jacobs,” the doctor said, already shining a light in my eyes. “How are we feeling?”
“I feel fine,” I muttered, squinting against the brightness.
“You’re very lucky to be alive,” he said, giving me a pointed look. “You hit that wall well above the speed limit.”
“I know,” I mumbled.
“He had a guardian angle with him,” Little B said from across the room.
“
I sat there, listening to my dad try to justify everything.
Something about protection. About doing what was necessary.
It sounded like excuses.
The lies just kept piling up.
Meeting my dad wasn’t supposed to go like this. I’d imagined it a thousand different ways.
None of them included me being mad at him.
“I think there might be someone who can help,” Dad said.
I let out a frustrated breath. “I’m not sure I want to meet anyone else right now.”
He gave me
I had to figure out a way for him to meet his father. I could've had him pass out but where is the fun in that?
Also, car crashes are far more common than airplane crashes.
“The elders?” Grandma gasped. “What do they want?”
Little B jolted awake, eyes locking onto her.
“They know,” he whispered.
“And what exactly do they know?” Grandma shot back, a hint of defiance in her voice.
T2 and Little B exchanged a look.
It was barely audible—but I heard it.
“Noah.”
My stomach dropped.
“What about me?” I asked, scanning their faces. “Someone better start talking.”
Shiloh’s hand found mine, squeezing gently, trying to ground me.
There is something we aren't being told... we also will see two sorta surprises I think.
Also, someone hasn't been telling the truth about something, mais c'est la vie.
I hope that helps clear things up.... but probably not.