Please get up.
Sixty-eight stands up, and we can see it. There’s blood on the field. Gabe’s blood.
“Come on.” Max pulls my hand as he slides out of our row and down the steps towards the wall.
What is he trying to do? Get a better view of Gabe’s injury?
The stairs are filled with everyone in our party. When we get to the wall, Max lets go and hops over it onto the field.
Are we allowed to do that?
An older man that I saw at the family dinner steps next to me and helps lift an older woman over the side into Max’s waiting arms. Then he looks at me. “Your turn.”
My turn for what—Before I can even get the words out, he’s lifting me up and over the wall.
“Got her,” Max shouts up.
“I don’t think we’re allowed here.”
“Gabe is hurt. They won’t stop us. Especially Aunt Bonnie.” He nods to the woman running across the field.
Security is coming from the other side of the field at a much slower rate.
Ruh roh.
As security arrives, which was faster than I would have thought possible, Talon, who is the last person in our group, sets foot on the field.
“You all can’t be here.” The guard comes to a stop, gasping a little for air.
Max steps to the front of our little group. “Do you know who I am?”
That’s the most pompous I’ve ever heard Max.
The guard’s eyes widen as realization strikes. “Mr. Vincenti.”
“That’s my cousin who was hurt. My family is going to walk across the field and make sure he’s alright.”
The guard nods at every word Max says. “Yes, Mr. Vincenti.”
Being a billionaire might have one or two perks.
“That’s a lot of blood.”Daria signs to me.
It’s way too much blood.
Banana Chocolate Chip
Max
One foot in front of the other. Hope is safely in bed. She crashed the moment we got back from the hospital. Fiona went to her room silently.
The shower I just took did nothing to help with the fatigue, but then what do I expect when I didn’t sleep at all last night.
Coffee might help.
“Are you watching Hope sleep?” Everett peeks over my shoulder as we walk down the stairs.
“When you have kids, you’ll understand.”
