Cardan
Jude is peering intently into the monitor in front of him, his face set in a neutral position as he searches through the reports of the results from the tests he carried out on the kids, trying to ensure that nothing is wrong with the kids.
“You’re hovering,” he mutters.
I'm standing so close to him, trying to follow up with everything, because even though I don't say it out loud, I'm desperately hoping the kids are okay. What they went through is no ordinary ordeal, and one can never tell in such cases.
“I have my reasons.” I snip, fixing him with a pointed look.
He grumbles something under his breath, leaning his face farther into the computer screen as he cross checks the results.
“Well so far, everything looks good,” he says, straightening up. “Nothing out of the ordina
