Mark's POV

We walk into the hospital and many eyes of different nurses and doctors rest on Jenna. The rumor of a new Sloan child must be something that makes the gossipers want to see if it was true. "I have to go check on some patients, so I'll unlock my office and you can hang out there until I get back, ok?" She nods. "Oh and there should be someone stopping by to drop off some books and assignments for you to do before you start there next week."

"Seattle Prep is a private school right?" I nod. "Do I have a uniform?"

"Yes, and we can go pick it up tomorrow."

"How do they know what classes I am going to take?"

"They looked at the classes you were already taking at your old school and they tried to fit you into what classes that are like them." I look at my watch. "I've got to get going, so if you need anything, ask a nurse and they can page me. Oh and if you get hungry there is money in the top drawer and there are some wending machines down the hall as well as a coffee cart in the lobby."

"Do you know how long you'll be gone?" She asks.

"Not really, maybe an hour unless someone comes in."

"Oh, ok," She says before glancing at her phone and I realize I should give her my number. I grab a sticky note and jot my number down.

"Just in case you need me."

Jenna's POV

I watch my dad walk out the door, not really sure about any of my feelings these days. Three major ones are pulling at me, sadness, fear, and curiosity.

My sadness for the death of my mom. My mom, even after everything that had happen to us, I always knew I could depend on her. The longing to get her back and the grief of her never coming back mixed together to form the tears that I try to hide until I am alone.

All of my fear brings more questions to my mind, the main one being where is Josh?,which was followed closely by will he finally leave me alone or will he find me like he promised he would if I ever left? I know that only one person knows the answers but to be honest, I don't want to find him and ask.

Lastly, my curiosity is the one thing that keeps the fear and grief at bay when I am with others. I can't help but wonder about the father and I life I never knew. I've known Mark Sloan for a little less than 24 hours. Does he even want me in his life? It sounded like he only wanted his youngest daughter in his life and didn't want me and Sloan in it, but he did take me in so he must have wanted me right?

But to be honest I can't say yes to that question one question rings in my mind, the one question that he would rhetorically ask me every day before it started, "Do you really think anyone would honestly want to keep you unless they had to?" And I can't answer no to that, because that always made it worse.