Jane was the first person I saw when I open my eyes. She was still sleeping, and from the looks of some bruises she had on her arms, she really fought hard a while ago. Poor Jane. She has never done this her whole life. In our childhood days, I would be the one always protecting her.
"Hey," Ed in a low voice came to me. He must have cried because his eyes were red and puffy. He held my hand.
"Hey there!" I forced a smile. "I'm sorry," I said as I glanced at Jane.
He shook his head. He sat down and kissed my hand and started to sob.
"Why are you crying, and where's Albert?" I felt like whispering, but the truth, I couldn't find the strength to talk out loud.
"They're still with his father, and they're waiting for Marco's family," He answered in between sobs.
I gritted my teeth upon he
