”Jake looked around. There was a heart monitor over one shoulder.“I’m the only one allowed in to see you. The others are in the waiting room. Th...y told me the story while we were waiting for you to come around. But they know better than I do what happened.” Kara, Jake wants to know what happened.Sure, I’ll tell him the story.I’m sorry I messed up, Kara, he sent. I’m sorry I worried all of you.Shut up, Jake. You weren’t at fault, not given the circumstances. More importantly, they took their. We gently rocked side to side for a few minutes before drying off.The woman sat next to me at the table where someone told me to park my butt. She was leaning her head on my shoulder and holding my hand in hers.“While not always a tradition, we do try to have a shared meal before people start heading their separate ways throughout the summer,” Zeke said, surprising everyone with him speaking so much lately. “I’m going to miss Ellen when she leaves in the morning. David was a pleasant surprise. She giggled, so cute."Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked, "did Mommy tie you and leave you like this?" More giggling."Your mother had to go out urgently," he told her, "now come over here and release me."She frowned. "No, I don't think so," she murmured hesitantly, "if Mom tied you up, I can't release you without her say so." What do you mean, you can't?" Bill yelled, getting annoyed, "of course you can, I am your father, you do what I say, or else." Or else what, Daddy?" she asked, "in case. Lei lo frequentava spesso, lei e tutti i suoi amici dark che si interessavano di quella roba strana, gotica appunto. Non ci sono mai andato, ma non perché mi facesse paura, semplicemente lo trovavo stupido. Ma ora sono qui, davanti alla porta del locale, che suono il campanello. C'è il sole, è mattina, il locale dovrebbe essere chiuso e vuoto. Forse è per questo che lei mi ha invitato qui... sto ancora riflettendo, quando la porta si apre di scatto, serratura automatica. Entro, guardandomi.