TWO YEARS LATER
"Mommy?" Asks Jackson. "Yes, Jax?" I ask, tired. "Where Daddy?" "Daddy's at Vidcon." My phone buzzes. "Amanda, it's Kian. JC was shot." The text reads. "Baby, get Sof," I say, "now." Jackson walks in to their room and grabs her. "Get in the car." I say, and call Kian. "Kian. What hospital?" I ask. "St. Marcus." Thank god we live close to that. We drive there, and I hang up, pulling in to the parking lot. "JC Caylen?" I ask the lady in the front. "That room." She points. We walk in, and Kian is sobbing. "What happened?" I yell. "He..."
