Callie POV
It's been the same nightmare for the rest of the night after Jude's passing. At one point in the night, Mariana had made her way into my bed and stayed for the rest of the night. By the time 3 o'clock rolled around, I decided to keep myself awake. Every time I do wake up from the nightmare, there is that tenth of a second where I tell myself, it's not real. But then, I get hit by reality of the fact that all of my family is dead except for me. I understand that I have Stef, Lena, Brandon, Jesus, and Mariana, but it is not the same. It will never be the same. My life has revolved around Jude from the moment he was born. There are no words that define me without Jude. My mind has been thinking nonstop about how I am nothing and my life is nothing without Jude. Who am I without Jude?
I am drawn out of my thoughts by footsteps coming toward my room. I move my head to the door frame to see Lena leaning against it. She gives me one of those sad smiles and whispers a good morning. I whisper it back, as to try not to disturb a sleeping Mariana who is cuddled next to me.
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"How'd you sleep you guys?" Stef asked at the kitchen island table. As soon as she asks the question, I give Mariana a look that said not to spill the beans on what happened last night.
"Fine." Everyone said.
"Mama, is it okay Emma comes over today?" Jesus asks. Both Stef and Lena take a look around at the kitchen table and their eyes land on me.
"I think we should just be together today. Family only." Lena replies.
"No. I think it'll be a good idea for Jesus to have Emma over." I reply. Everyone is coping in their own ways, but I know Jesus needs his girl right now. Stef and Lena could tell that I am seriously okay with Emma coming over.
Lena POV
While the whole family ate a light breakfast, a knock echoed throughout the house. We weren't expecting anyone, but it could be Mike. Mike has been coming around everyday and helped wherever he can. He has been a good support system to everyone.
As I walk to the door, a man, who is not Mike appeared.
"Hi, can I help you?" I questioned this man at my doorstep.
"Are you Lena Adams Foster?" The mysterious man asked.
"Yes."
"Is your wife here?"
"Stef, come here." Stef who was in hear shot came on over.
"Who's this," she questioned.
"Are you Stefanie Adams Foster?" The man who we still have no information about asked.
"Yes, and who are you." Stef sharply asked.
As the guy was going to reply, he pulled out an envelope and handed it to us.
"You've been served." And just like that he walked away.