Mom:They found Sunny. She’s in the hospital.
I slamdown my glass and immediately grab my fur coat along with my pen and notebook and shimmy out the door.
When I getto the hospital, everyone in our extended family, as well as their loved ones, has already arrived, even Silas, and I’m shocked he even cared enough to come see her. Then again, his family probably dragged him along because they’re friends with Sunny’s mother.
I swallow back the lump in my throat as I approach the group. “Is she really back?”
“Barely,” Aspen responds, sucking in a breath. “But I’m glad she was found alive.”
“Where did they find her?” Xavier asks.
“In the woods, apparently,” their half sister, Melody, says, and she shrugs. “I wonder what she was doing there.”
“Can’t have been good, since she was covered in blood,” my half brother Heath growls, folding his arms.
“Blood?” His sister Cecelia’s eyes widen.
“Sounds gnarly,” Atlas says.
“She can handle it,” his brother Apollo says. “She’s a Reed.”
Atlas bumps him with his elbow. “Read the room, bro.”
“Where’s Mom?” I ask Heath.
He points at the door up ahead. “Inside, with all the other parents, as well as Levi, Max, and Elliot.”
I’m glad her brothers are by her side. Even if she’ll never show it, I know she needs them.
“I hope she’s okay,” Cecelia mutters to herself while biting her lip.
“I just hope the guy who found her won’t be a problem,” Silas says, folding his arms behind his head.
“How so?” I ask.
“Because he’s a damn cop, that’s why.”
“Well, shit,” Grey, one of Aspen’s boyfriends, mutters.
“Wait, is it the same one who was investigating our family because of some murders?” Aspen asks.
“Yup,” Apollo responds, taking a sip of his Coke. “Want me to smash his face in?”
“NO!” the three girls, Aspen, Ivy, and Cecelia, say in sync.
“What? It was just a suggestion.” Apollo shrugs.
“That’s not a solution to our problem, dude,” Heath says.
“The police have been sniffing around for months,” Silas says.
Xavier leans forward. “And whose fault is that?”
Silas narrows his eyes at him. “I have urges. You want me to take them out on you instead?”
“Hey,” Apollo interjects. “No fighting.”
“Who put you in charge?” Silas grits.
