Jake Abbot
The ticking of the clock was the only sound in the waiting room. It had been hours since I had arrived, and no doctor had come in to report on Winter and our son's condition. I was slowly losing my mind as I paced the room. Mal and Sydney had fallen asleep. My brother and Jared arrived some time ago, and it's now early morning of the next day.
When the pain in my chest lessened, I would retake my seat between my father and Jason. Then, when I couldn't breathe again, I would pace. William would also pace. He was handling this as well as I was, which, if I'm honest, I'm not. This was worse than her vehicle collision.
Wyatt was sitting beside Sydney with her head on his lap, and Jared did the same with Mal. Taylor was leaning on Warren's shoulder, sleeping. I dimmed the lights
