Anya
She slowly opened her eyes to the dim light of her bedroom. Not the one back home. The one she had been sharing with Jack. Toby laid in the bed beside her, asleep. He was in tattered jeans and even had his shoes on still. He also had an empty tub of ice cream on the bedside table. Oh, Jack would love that once he saw it.
Jack sat slumped over in a chair beside her, his hand on her leg protectively. If her leg was in danger, he absolutely had it.
Brandon was on the love seat facing the lit fireplace. She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not, but he was sitting up, so probably awake.
She remembered everything that happened. She remembered the warehouse, Bernard, the fire, falling. That hurt. She looked down to see if the damage was bad.
She shoved the covers down,
