Upstairs in the attic, another set of tires crunching on the driveway caught Jake's attention. He stood up again, carefully balancing himself on the open beams and peered down. It was a black sedan. Two men exited the car and walked to the side of the driveway to allow room for the ambulance. Thank God. Maybe his father wasn't dead, and they could save him. He prayed it was true, so he'd have another chance to tell him how much he loved him.
Hearing the muffled sounds of voices below, Jake slowly moved behind the stacked boxes his father had near the corner. He wished he could hear what they were saying, and prayed extra hard that he'd hear his father's voice. Slowly lowering himself down to his knees, his ear against the floorboard, the flashlight fell from his pocket and rolled in betw
