Skyler's POV
The guys loved the breakfast we made, and I was pleased with that. But once Donovan came out and told us what happened yesterday, it made more sense as to why they looked so exhausted and why they came home so late. They didn't have to tell just one family their child wasn't coming home, but two.
"Oh my God. How....what can we do? To help you or the family or...I don't know. Just give us something to do to help," I told them, because that was all I could think about now. The only death Zadie and I have really been exposed to in recent years was our foster mother. When she died, we rejoiced. It was one less person to abuse us.
But for some reason, this just hit differently. I don't even know who these kids were, but I have an overwhelming urge to help. Somehow. "The familie
