Isaiah

and when he was waiting in the hospital where his sister took her last breaths the only one who didn't rush there was his dad Toby stood by the window and looked out at the street he could have sworn he saw something out of the corner of his eye but quickly blamed it on the meds he was on oh my gosh I forgot about this oh Hunter you are in for a treat okay

When dinner time had come and his mother called up to him, Toby came down the stairs and hesitantly sat down at the table across from his father and in between his mother in an empty chair. It was quiet as his parents picked at their food, but Toby refused to eat. Instead, he just watched his dad with a blank stare. His mother caught on to his staring and elbowed him slightly.

When dinner time had come and his mother called up to him, Toby came down the stairs and hesitantly sat down at the table across from his father and in between his mother in an empty chair. It was quiet as his parents picked at their food, but Toby refused to eat. Instead, he just watched his dad with a blank stare. His mother caught on to his staring and elbowed him slightly.

When dinner time had come and his mother called up to him, Toby came down the stairs and hesitantly sat down at the table across from his father and in between his mother in an empty chair. It was quiet as his parents picked at their food, but Toby refused to eat. Instead, he just watched his dad with a blank stare. His mother caught on to his staring and elbowed him slightly.

Toby looked over at her slightly and then down at his uneaten food, which he still didn't touch. Toby laid in bed or it's supposed to say laid in bed. It's typo says he laid in B. Tony laid in B. He pulled his covers over his head and stared at the window. He was tired, but there was no way he would fall asleep. He couldn't. There was too much to think about.

Toby looked over at her slightly and then down at his uneaten food, which he still didn't touch. Toby laid in bed or it's supposed to say laid in bed. It's typo says he laid in B. Tony laid in B. He pulled his covers over his head and stared at the window. He was tired, but there was no way he would fall asleep. He couldn't. There was too much to think about.

Toby looked over at her slightly and then down at his uneaten food, which he still didn't touch. Toby laid in bed or it's supposed to say laid in bed. It's typo says he laid in B. Tony laid in B. He pulled his covers over his head and stared at the window. He was tired, but there was no way he would fall asleep. He couldn't. There was too much to think about.

He had been debating on whether or not to follow his mother's directions and forgive his father or continue holding a grudge with his boiling hatred. He heard his door creak open and his mother padded into the room, sat on the bed next to him. She reached over and rubbed his back, which had been turned to her.

He had been debating on whether or not to follow his mother's directions and forgive his father or continue holding a grudge with his boiling hatred. He heard his door creak open and his mother padded into the room, sat on the bed next to him. She reached over and rubbed his back, which had been turned to her.

He had been debating on whether or not to follow his mother's directions and forgive his father or continue holding a grudge with his boiling hatred. He heard his door creak open and his mother padded into the room, sat on the bed next to him. She reached over and rubbed his back, which had been turned to her.

When is he going to leave? Toby said with an innocent tone in his shaky voice. Connie let her gaze fall down to her feet.

When is he going to leave? Toby said with an innocent tone in his shaky voice. Connie let her gaze fall down to her feet.

When is he going to leave? Toby said with an innocent tone in his shaky voice. Connie let her gaze fall down to her feet.

Tony didn't respond. He just continued to look forward at the wall, holding his damaged arm near his chest. After a few minutes of silence, his mother sighed before she leaned in to kiss his cheek and stood up to walk out of the room. Good night, she said as she closed the door. The hours passed slowly, and Toby couldn't quit tossing and turning.

Tony didn't respond. He just continued to look forward at the wall, holding his damaged arm near his chest. After a few minutes of silence, his mother sighed before she leaned in to kiss his cheek and stood up to walk out of the room. Good night, she said as she closed the door. The hours passed slowly, and Toby couldn't quit tossing and turning.

Tony didn't respond. He just continued to look forward at the wall, holding his damaged arm near his chest. After a few minutes of silence, his mother sighed before she leaned in to kiss his cheek and stood up to walk out of the room. Good night, she said as she closed the door. The hours passed slowly, and Toby couldn't quit tossing and turning.

Every time he let his imagination take over, he heard the screeching of tires, the screaming of his sister, and he would uncontrollably jerk in bed. He threw off his cover and lying on his back, he pulled his pillow over his face and cried into it. He could hear his own pitiful weeping. He could have been screaming and crying if he didn't press his pillow under his face.

Every time he let his imagination take over, he heard the screeching of tires, the screaming of his sister, and he would uncontrollably jerk in bed. He threw off his cover and lying on his back, he pulled his pillow over his face and cried into it. He could hear his own pitiful weeping. He could have been screaming and crying if he didn't press his pillow under his face.

Every time he let his imagination take over, he heard the screeching of tires, the screaming of his sister, and he would uncontrollably jerk in bed. He threw off his cover and lying on his back, he pulled his pillow over his face and cried into it. He could hear his own pitiful weeping. He could have been screaming and crying if he didn't press his pillow under his face.

After a few seconds, he threw the pillow off his face and sat up, hunched over, holding his head and breathing roughly, tears streaming from his eyes. couldn't help but cry. He tried to keep it in, but he couldn't stop the whining and whimpering as he sat there shaking. He inhaled before he stood up and walked around his bed to the window and peered out, taking deep breaths trying to calm down.