Jude’s POV
My fingers tapped the counter loudly and I didn't care that Jordana was getting annoyed. Her eyes narrowed at me but I wasn't paying any attention to her. My eyes stayed locked on the front door where I replayed over and over in my head Amabell walking in in one piece. Her brother stood in the distance and all I could hear every time I checked to make sure he was still there was the fast beatings of his heart against his chest. It was the only thing close enough to Amabell's to listen to. Footsteps on the floor made me turn just for a second to see Mary walking in. She was bothered by something but wore a smile that brightened the room a bit. "She's still not home?" She asked. Jordana shook her head and sighed, leaning forward to place her head in her hands. Just then the front
