As soon as Doc said that all Jason's scans came back normal, he was ready to leave. Jason was still given instructions if he should feel off for any reason to return immediately.
We are now sitting in Jason's office in the packhouse waiting for the people who are supposedly my parents. My nerves were on edge as we waited for their arrival. I paced the room twenty times before Jason pulled me down to one of the couches. Unable to control it, my leg now bounces instead of picking at my fingernails.
I am starting to regret my decision now, being clueless as to who my parents were seemed better than coming face to face with the people that had abandoned me outside that hellhole of a pack. What if the reason they left me there was because there was something wrong with me? The what-ifs roll
