I know it's been a while since the last update. But I hope that the Double Update makes up for it. Happy Reading!
Christian's POV
"Thanks Gail." Gail has just brought me my coffee and an omelette for my breakfast. I have a meeting at seven so I need to leave in about ten minutes. I tell Gail to have pancakes ready for Phoebe since she should be down shortly. It is her first day of school. Her senior year. My god, how time flies. I remember her first day of kindergarten like it was yesterday. She was so excited that she was going to school like Teddy. But when it came time to say goodbye, she cried for about thirty minutes. I guess it didn't occur to her that going to school meant being away from her mother and me. We made the mistake of not putting her or Teddy in preschool. Instead, we taught them things at home that they needed to know, such as their numbers, letters, shapes, colors and even a little reading. Teddy and Phoebe were actually ahead of most kids when they started school, but it took some time for Phoebe to get over her separation anxiety. I had to go to school with her and wait outside the classroom. I worked on my laptop while she was in class. Luckily, kindergarten was only a few hours a day. After school I would drop her off to Ana at Grey Publishing and then spend the rest of the day at Grey House in my office and in meetings. Perhaps we should consider putting Natalie in preschool next year so that she can get used to being away from Ana and being around other kids on a daily basis.
I finish my omelette and look at my watch. It is six thirty and time for me to leave, but Phoebe isn't down here yet. I see Ana walk into the kitchen holding Natalie's hand. Natalie runs up to me and I pick her up and hug her. "Good Morning, Sweet Pea" I say to her and kiss her hair. I put her down and give my wife another good morning kiss. "Hi Baby. Where's Phoebe?"
"She's still getting ready. She's just finishing her hair and make-up."
I look at my watch again and frown. I can't wait for her and say goodbye and wish her luck on her first day. "I don't think I can wait for her."
"Go, I'll tell her you said goodbye." I continue to frown and wait another minute in case she happens to make an appearance, but she doesn't.
"Ok, bye Baby." I grab my briefcase and kiss Ana's cheek before I rush out to meet with Taylor. He has the car ready and he has the door open for me. "Taylor" I say to him. He nods and shuts the door behind me.
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Phoebe's POV
I arrive at school with Sawyer in tow and I feel like a big fish in a small pond. I can't believe I'm a senior. This is so incredible. I have to giggle when I see the freshmen. They look like babies. I guess I looked like that a few years ago. Heck, I still do. I'm petite and still have a baby face. But I feel more mature. I've gotten way better at doing my hair and make-up.
I meet up with Ava at our lockers which are right next to each other. It's nice to have the same last name as my cousin. It means we have the same homeroom and she sits right in front of me. She tells me about this cool new game she has on her phone and encourages me to try it. We switch phones so that I can play around with it during homeroom and study hall, and she's going to work on adding it to my phone. After all, this is our first day of school. How much homework are they going to give us? Nathan and Trevor arrive and kiss us as we chat about our morning. Nathan's homeroom is a few rooms down from ours since his last name is Harris. Trevor has to travel to another wing of the school since his last name is Lansing. He kisses me goodbye when the first bell rings and we plan to meet up during lunch period.
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Ana's POV
I'm sat at my desk with my second cup of tea of the morning as I read through my emails. Every once in a while I glance over at my baby girl. She is playing with her toys in the corner of my office. I keep a good amount of toys here for her to keep her busy while I work. She's not old enough to color or draw, so she has dolls, another doll house and blocks to occupy her time. I also let her watch a little bit of television while we are here. They have a good amount of kids' shows on now that not only entertain, but also educate with numbers, letters, shapes and colors. She had started to pick up on them and she gets excited when we apply what she's learned at home. Christian and I read to her as much as we can because we always did that with Teddy and Phoebe, and it gave them a good head start on their education. Christian mentioned to me this morning that we should probably put Natalie in preschool next fall. I'm not too keen on the idea, probably because I want her with me as much as possible because she is so little. But maybe next year I'll feel differently with having two more babies to look after.
As I watch her I feel a tear threaten to escape. Damn these hormones. My daughter is just so darn cute. At just two years old she has quite an imagination. She's playing with her dolls and making them have a conversation. I'm not sure what she is saying, or if she's even using real words, but it doesn't matter. The fact that she knows to do that at such a young age is remarkable. Phoebe used to do that too but I think she started that when she was three.
I wipe my tear away and read through some more of my emails. My team has sent a few manuscripts my way that are potential publishing opportunities. To this day, I still get excited about reading new pieces. That will be one of many things that I'll miss about having this job. Christian and I have to start planning for when I retire next month. He said he already has some meetings lined up this week and the next to discuss restructuring for when I step down. My Fifty wastes no time. I'm sure he started lining up meetings the moment I told him that I wanted to retire. He's always prepared, always alert and always on top of things. But I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I won't be working anymore and that I'll be home, barefoot and pregnant as they say.
Speaking of my Fifty, I just received an email from him.
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From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Grey
Time: Thursday 11:25am PST
Subject: Count Down
How is my beautiful wife? I'm counting down to the day you'll be right where I want you, at home with our baby girl, and soon with our three babies. The meeting this morning went well. I have some ideas that I'd like to share with you later. Don't work too hard. That's not a request.
Love You!
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
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From: Anastasia Grey
To: Christian Grey
Time: Monday 11:27am PST
Subject: RE: Counting Down
Don't be so hasty. We still have another six weeks before I will be stepping down as CEO. I want to enjoy it. I look forward to hearing your ideas, and I may have a few of my own. Until then, I will continue to work, but I won't overdo it. I promise.
Love You Too!
Anastasia Grey
CEO, Grey Publishing
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I wait for him to respond with some kind of remark about me having my own ideas about restructuring, but the email doesn't come. I go back to some of my previous emails and print out two of the manuscripts that my team had sent to me. After checking on Natalie for a few minutes I relax on the sofa in my office and start to read one of them.
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Christian's POV
My wife responds to my email to let me know that she has some ideas about what's to become of Grey Publishing when she steps down. As much as I'd like to hear her ideas and have her work with me on this project, I'd rather just have her concentrate on her pregnancy and taking care of herself. I run my hand through my hair and start to respond, but I stop when my blackberry buzzes. It's Sawyer. I immediately start to feel panic because Sawyer wouldn't be calling me during school hours unless something was happening with my daughter.
"Grey!"
"Mr Grey, It's Nathan"
I start to get angry, but then I take note of the panic in the boy's voice. "Nathan, what's going on? Where's Sawyer?"
"Sir, he's been shot. S..s..some girl has a gun and started shooting at us."
The panic starts to build at warp speed. Someone is at the high school with a gun. And Sawyer was shot. Sawyer is there to protect Phoebe. Does that mean Phoebe was shot too? I need to know. "Nathan, was anyone else shot?"
The line goes dead before he is able to answer, and I feel numb. What just happened? I do the only thing I can do. "Taylor!" I shout his name louder than I've ever shouted, and he is in my presence in an instant. I stutter as I explain to him that we need to leave and head for the high school. The next thing I know, we are in the car and Taylor is running red lights to get us there. Although he is driving dangerously fast, it is not fast enough for me. I need to get to my daughter. I need to know that she is alright. But I have a horrible feeling that she isn't. I hate being stuck in this car because it only gives me time to think. My daughter can't be dead, can she? I would know if she were. I'm feeling many things right now. I'm anxious, scared, and so damn pissed off. But I don't feel like she's gone. I need to hold onto that. When we arrive I am out of the car in an instant and I sprint to one of the entrances of the school. Luckily the police have not been able to put the school on lock down yet. They had just started to arrive, but Taylor and I are already in. I order Taylor to track Phoebe's phone, and once he does we run in the direction of the signal. We pass many kids that are running around in panic, and I hear a few gunshots as we continue to run. They sound like they are far away, so I know that the gunman, or gunwoman I should say is not close by.
When we arrive at the spot where the signal leads, we look around and realize that she could be in the nearby closet. Taylor opens the door to reveal a very frightened Ava. She's been shot in the leg. I'm on the floor at her side instantly as Taylor tends to Sawyer.
"Are you okay?" I ask Ava. I guess that was a stupid question. She's been shot in the leg. Of course she's not okay. Nathan had the good sense to remove his shirt and tie it tightly around her leg like a tourniquet. I look over and see that Nathan had been using Ava's sweater to apply pressure to Sawyer's chest where he'd been shot. I catch a glimpse of Nathan's upper arm and it looks like a bullet had grazed him. I turn my attention back to Ava. "Where's Phoebe?" She doesn't answer me right away. I know she's been shot, but I need to know where my daughter is. I grab her chin and get her to look at me. "Ava? Where is Phoebe? Why do you have her phone?"
"We switched" she manages to say. "She has my phone. She's with Trevor." I continue to stare at her and then realize that that is probably all she is going to say. I notice her breathing is shallow and she is extremely pale. I have got to get her out of here.
"Taylor, are you able to get Sawyer out?" He nods in my direction, so I turn my attention back to Ava. "Ava, I'm going to get you out of here."
She starts to panic. "No, no you can't. She's still out there. She'll shoot us again."
It is difficult to see my niece in this state. She is so frightened and tears start to drip down her face. I gently put my hand under her chin this time. "Ava, Sweetheart you need medical attention. I'm going to carry you out of here. And nothing will happen to you. I promise."
She looks into my eyes and I can tell she is thinking about it. After a while she nods at me. I look over at Taylor and Nathan and nod. They get Sawyer up and support his weight while I lift Ava into my arms. I lead the way as we walk through the now empty halls and exit the school. Paramedics and law enforcement had arrived and they are getting kids onto buses and away from the school. Many parents had arrived to look for their kids. I see Elliot and Kate when I carry Ava over to where some ambulances are parked. They rush over to me as I lay her down on one of the gurneys and the paramedics start to work on her immediately. Taylor and Nathan get Sawyer onto another gurney and paramedics immediately put him in the ambulance. Elliot and Kate both hug me and start to ask questions, but I can't do this right now. I need to find Phoebe. "Call Collins" I tell Elliot. "Please have him explain to Ana that there has been a security incident, and that I'm at the high school to get Phoebe. Have him keep her away from the television and radio until I have a chance to talk to her. And I want Collins to take her to Bellevue."
I leave before Elliot responds. I know he'll do what I've asked without argument. Taylor and I run in the direction of the school again. This time we are stopped by law enforcement. Before I have a chance to protest, Taylor flashes one of his IDs and we are immediately let into the school. I don't know what Taylor just did but I am so damn grateful for it. I'll find out about it later. Right now, I need to find my daughter. "Track Ava's phone" I order him since I know that Phoebe has her phone. I am so anxious to find her and see her I can barely stand in one place while he tracks the phone. I can feel myself sweating as I look around and listen. Both hands are in my hair, fists clenching and pulling hard at it. We hear a few more gunshots and my fears start to shoot through the roof. "Taylor!" I shout since it is taking too long.
"Sorry Sir, right this way" he says and starts running in the other direction. I follow. It's a damn good thing the both of us are in such good shape, for our ages especially. He is only a few years older than me and he takes good care of himself. I pay him a good salary to do that among many other things. When we reach the location I realize that it is the lobby of the auditorium. Phoebe is not here and there are no closets nearby.
"Taylor?" I ask while nearly out of breath.
"This way" he says and leads me through the doors to the auditorium. Phoebe is not in here either, and I am getting really aggravated. We look around and then Taylor realizes that she is above us. He doesn't say anything but he points in the direction of the projection booth. We both rush to the door that leads to the steps and Taylor makes sure to lock the door behind us. I run up the steps skipping every other step until I reach the top. I try to open the door but it is locked. Damn it! "Phoebe" I call out for her desperately. I know she's in there because I can hear her. She is whimpering. Unfortunately I know the sound of her cries all too well. "Phoebe it's okay. It's Dad. Open the door please" I beg, but she still doesn't open it. I continue to try for the door and push my body into it a few times, thinking that if I give it enough force it will open. I'm growing more and more agitated. I need to see her. I need to have her in my arms. My baby. My peanut. "Peanut" I say softly and stop pushing the door. I'm probably scaring her by doing that. I don't hear her so I say it again. "Peanut, its okay. Please open the door."
Taylor comes up behind me and offers to knock the door down, but it isn't necessary as Trevor has willingly opened it. I walk in and see Phoebe sat beneath a table with her legs pulled into her chest. She looks so frightened and it breaks my heart. Taylor closes the door behind us since the girl with the gun is still in the school. I open my arms and wait for Phoebe to run into them. She does and starts to sob, tears drenching my shirt. I hold her tight and can't help the tears that escape my own eyes. I was so scared that something had happened to my daughter. I was so scared that I wouldn't get to hold her like this again. I want to keep holding her, but suddenly I'm reminded of where we are. We can't stay here. I pull out of the hug and look her over. Her white uniform shirt is covered in blood and I immediately start to panic. "Phoebe, you're bleeding"
"It's not her blood" Trevor says immediately, which starts to put me at ease. I feel a sigh leave me as I start to wipe her tears with my thumbs.
"It's Sawyers" she says to me with so much emotion in her voice. It is now evident that she witnessed Sawyer being shot. She's never had to see something so horrific like that up close. I pull her to my chest again and hold her tight. I kiss her head and try to assure her that she's safe. Trevor is now standing behind her. I reach my hand out to shake his.
"Thank you for looking after my daughter" I tell him, and I realize that I have a lump in my throat. I could have lost her. The shooter was shooting at my daughter, and Sawyer likely took the bullet for her. Trevor jumped into action and brought her here where they could hide. I start to wonder if she knows that Ava's been shot. I decide to keep that detail to myself for now. No sense in causing her more grief. I look to Taylor and he's ready to go. I look down at my daughter and get her to look at me. "We're getting out of here. Taylor will get us out of here safely."
"We can't, she's still in the building" Phoebe says as more tears roll down her face. I try to dry them again with my thumbs.
"I know, but she's not on this side of the school. We just need to go down the steps and we can use one of the auditorium doors."
She nods and wraps her arms tightly around my waist. I allow her to keep herself attached to me as we follow Taylor and Trevor out of the projection booth. We slowly walk down the steps, aware that whoever this girl is could have made her way over to this side of the building by now. But Phoebe doesn't need to know that. Taylor waits for a moment before he opens the door leading to the auditorium. When he doesn't hear anything, he opens it slightly, looks around and then gives us the all clear. We make our way over to one of the auditorium doors, and once the door is open to let in the bright sun's rays, we hear another gunshot. Phoebe screams and her arms become even tighter around my waist. I hold her tighter and squeeze my eyes shut. I'm not sure where the gunshot came from or which direction the bullet traveled, but after a moment I feel Taylor pull on my shirt forcing me and Phoebe outside.
Once outside, we are approached by law enforcement. They tell us to show our hands. I have a hard time leaving go of Phoebe since she is so frightened, but law enforcement gives us no choice. I slowly leave go of her and show my hands, but she keeps her hold on me. When one of the officers approaches her I get angry. "Don't even think about touching her" I shout at him. He is told by his captain to back off. Once they see that none of us are a threat, we are told we can relax and the captain shakes Taylor's hand. I lead Phoebe away and over to where the paramedics are waiting. They see the blood on her shirt and immediately want to check her over, but I put my hand up and tell them that it isn't necessary. I look around and see that my brother and his family are no longer here. Good, that means that they got Ava and Sawyer to the hospital.
I do my best to shield my daughter from the press as we climb into the SUV and drive away. I order Taylor to drive us to the hospital. Even though Phoebe wasn't shot, I'd still like to get her looked at to make sure she is alright. Trevor is with us too and he is silent. I'm sure he is in shock. I keep my arm around Phoebe and kiss her head a few times as we take about seven minutes to get to the hospital. I know she is in shock. She should never have had to experience anything like this. I pull out my blackberry and send an email to have Welch investigate and find out who the shooter was, and why that person was seemingly aiming at my daughter. That person is going to fucking pay big time. I also send an email to Collins to make sure Ana and Natalie are okay and to make sure they had arrived safely at Bellevue. He responds instantly to let me know they are safe but Ana is anxious for information. I have him tell Ana about the shooting since I know that Phoebe is safe, and I have him tell her that we are on our way to the hospital just as a precaution. I decide not to mention Ava yet since I don't know her condition.
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Ana's POV
I leave Natalie with Sophie and her nanny in another part of the house so that I can find out what is going on. Collins explains that there was a shooting at the school, and I start to feel sick. He goes on to say that Christian is on his way to the hospital just to get Phoebe checked over. He assures me that she's not hurt. I still have a bad feeling. I have to wonder what my daughter had seen at that school. Today was her first day of her senior year. It was supposed to be a day to remember for special reasons, not for a fucking school shooting. She's never going to forget this, and neither will the rest of Seattle. I'm sure the press is going to turn this into a circus. I dread having to endure my friends and family having to go through this at all, but to also have people take their pictures and interview them in the process just makes it much worse.
I sit down at his insistence and I'm served a cup of tea from one of Grace and Carrick's staff members. "Thank you." The last thing I want to be doing right now is sitting at Bellevue with a cup of tea, but I know that I need to stay calm and focus. My daughter is okay. My husband wouldn't lie about that. Or would he? I sure hope not. I know he'd want me to stay calm and think about the babies. I can't let stress take over my body. Once I let it in, it is a battle to get my body to relax. I know that once I go to the hospital he'll insist that I have a checkup to make sure my blood pressure isn't too high. I don't care, I need to get there. I need to see Phoebe and see for myself that she is okay.
My blackberry buzzes and I look down to see that it is Kate. "Kate?" I can hear her crying. Oh no, this is bad. Really bad. Kate never cries. "Kate, what's happened?"
"It's Ava. She was shot." That's all I need to hear before I am on my feet.
"Kate, it's going to be okay" I try to assure her, even though I have no clue about my niece's current condition. "I'm on my way and I'll be there soon." I hang up and don't give her a chance to respond. Collins looks at me as though I have told him I'm about to jump off the Space Needle."
"Collins, please, I need to be there. Either you are going to drive me or I'm going to drive myself." I haven't driven in quite some time, but my little threat works. He is on his feet and ready to go. I let the nanny know that I'm leaving and she assures me that Natalie will be fine.
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Christian's POV
I am sat at Phoebe's bedside in one of the examining rooms. We are waiting for a doctor to come and check her over. I am holding her hand and rubbing my thumb over her knuckles, hoping I can get her to calm. Phoebe is still shaking and trembling as she lies on the bed, still in her bloody uniform. I notice that her eyes are focused on the blood on her shirt.
"It's going to be okay, Baby" I say softly. I reach up and gently stroke her long bangs, pushing them to the side of her head.
Phoebe's breathing is uneven as she inhales and exhales. "Daddy, I'm so sorry" she says, her voice high pitched and full of emotion.
What? She can't possibly be blaming herself for the shooting. "What are you sorry for?"
Phoebe inhales and exhales quickly as she grows more upset. "For hurting you…. like your mother hurt you."
This takes me by surprise. My mouth is open and my eyes are unfocused. This is not something I've thought about in weeks, but it becomes obvious to me that Phoebe has been thinking about it and it is causing her distress. I look at her and tears are running down her face. "Peanut…."
"No, don't" she snaps. "You shouldn't call me that." She grows even more emotional and starts to cry. She tries to pull her hand out of my grasp, but I don't let her.
"Yes I should, I should never have stopped." This does nothing to soothe Phoebe. In fact, it just makes her cry harder. I stand and reach my other hand over and I'm able to grab her other hand. "Peanut" I say this time with conviction. "Look at me, please. Look at me." I plead with her, but she is too far gone and filled with grief to open her eyes. She tries to pull away from me again and starts to kick her legs. I try to get her to calm. "Baby, shhhh, calm down."
The doctor comes in and sees how distressed Phoebe is. "Mr Grey, I'd like to give your daughter a mild sedative."
"No" I bark as I continue to try and gain control of my daughter.
"Mr Grey, please. It won't harm her. It will calm her down enough for me to examine her."
I soften and look down at my daughter. She is still thrashing and trying to pull away from my hold. There is no way she will allow a doctor to examine her in her emotional state. She needs to be checked out. The sooner the better. I decide to give in, for her sake. "Do it" I say softly.
I continue to hold Phoebe's hands as the doctor prepares the sedative and sticks it in her arm. Within ten seconds, Phoebe stops her thrashing and resistance. Her eyes are closed and her breathing becomes more stable. I slowly leave go of one of her hands but I keep my hold on the other. I continue to stand by her bed and watch her as she sleeps, internally kicking myself for what I had told her all those weeks ago when I was hurt and angry. I've been able to gradually leave go of that hurt and anger toward my daughter, but she's been carrying that guilt with her all this time.
"I'm Doctor Henning" she says as she starts to examine Phoebe."
"I'm…. Christian Grey" I say, uncharacteristically shaky while introducing myself. What is happening to me?
"I know, Dr Trevelyan-Grey's son" she says with a smile. "She is well known and respected around here." She proceeds to check Phoebe's pulse while I remain still in my spot, watching my daughter's face. I am paying very little attention to what Dr Henning is doing. She takes some more time to examine her and writes some things on her chart. I only start paying attention when I see the doctor slightly raise Phoebe's shirt to examine her stomach.
"What are you doing?" I snap, but then I shut my eyes and shake my head. "I'm sorry" I softly apologize. She's tending to my daughter, and she certainly doesn't deserve to be snapped at.
Dr Henning smiles and goes about examining Phoebe's stomach with her hands. "It's okay, Mr Grey. We are all a bit jumpy after today's events." After she's finished she lowers Phoebe's shirt and updates her chart. "I just need to draw some blood and then I'll be done."
I continue to stand next to my daughter's bed holding her hand. I can't take my eyes off of her face. So much pain and fear has taken over her perfect face over the past few hours, but right now she is at peace thanks to the sedative. For just a little while she can escape from the horror of what had happened at that school, and what has been happening between the two of us. Our relationship hasn't been the same for months, and I am beating myself up inside for not making more of an effort with her. For god's sake, I couldn't even push back one meeting just so I could see her before her first day of her senior year.
After Dr Henning draws some blood, she puts the tubes aside and cleans Phoebe's arm. "I'd like to keep her overnight for observation, just to be on the safe side. We can release her in the morning."
"Is she alright?" I ask with concern.
The Doctor gives me a reassuring smile. My mother used to do that anytime I was worried about something. Must be a doctor thing. "Your daughter is perfectly healthy, Mr Grey. She might be experiencing some post-traumatic stress from what she saw at the school. If you could turn around for a minute, I just need to put a hospital gown on her."
I feel myself frown upon hearing that my daughter could be suffering from PTSD, but I nod and turn around, reluctantly leaving go of her hand in the process. We can finally get her out of her bloody clothes, but I was hoping to be able to take her home. Once she has Phoebe cleaned up and settled, Dr Henning leaves and I take a seat next to Phoebe's bed. I take her hand in both of mine and plant gentle kisses.
"I'm right here Baby" I whisper to her. "I'm not going anywhere."
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A few hours later, Ana joins Christian in their daughter's room. His hair and clothes are a mess and his eyes are blood shot. She sits in the chair next to his and takes his hand. Christian keeps his eyes on Phoebe and lets out a nervous sigh.
"How's Ava" he asks in nearly a whisper.
"She's out of surgery. They removed the bullet from her leg." Ana glances over at Phoebe and looks back at Christian. She's worried about her daughter but also about her husband. His eyes are still focused on Phoebe.
"And Sawyer?" he asks eventually.
"He's still in surgery" she says regrettably. Christian looks down and shakes his head. "Brooke's father just got here and her mother is looking after Lucas."
Christian sniffles and rubs his hand roughly over his face. He shakes his head again as he imagines what went on in the school.
"What are you thinking about?" Ana asks softly as she rubs her hand up and down his back. She can see that Christian is struggling.
"I don't know what happened, but I'm certain that Sawyer took a bullet for Phoebe." He finally takes his eyes off of Phoebe and looks at his wife for the first time since she's entered the room. "He took a bullet for our daughter."
Ana nods. "I know. That's what you hired him for, Christian. To protect us and our children. And it really sucks because we love Sawyer, and… he's going to be okay."
Christian shakes his head again. "We don't know that."
"He has to be." Ana pushes her chair closer and rests her head on Christian's shoulder. "We have to believe that."
They sit in silence and watch their daughter, think about Sawyer and Ava and all of the people that were either hurt or killed in today's shooting. All because somebody was most likely targeting their daughter.