8Jake
I
woke the next morning to an empty bed. Sitting up quickly, I grabbed my pants and put them on as I was running out the door of my room. Where the hell is Leah at? I took the stairs two at a time as I made my way down to the dining room where everybody always gathers. I could hear her laughter as I got closer and my body instantly relaxed.
I was just about to walk in when an arm snaked out and grabbed me.
“What the hell?” I said.
“It’s me Jake, Isabel.”
“Isabel? What are you doing hiding out over here?” I asked.
“Shh, they will hear you.” she whispered.
“Why don’t you want them to hear me?” I whispered back.
She stared at me for a minute before she blew out a breath and asked, “How is Leah? Is she okay?
“Yes, she is fine. Why?” I asked.
“I killed him Jake. I killed Shawn.
