Chapter Forty Seven
Elara's POV
The moment we stepped foot into my grandpa's rusty apartment, Jordan's mother bolted towards her son like lightening. She crossed over the police tape, her face pale as her eyes roamed every inch of her son. "Jordan!" She gasped, she reached for him and laid him down on the floor gently. "What happened? Oh my goodness, you are bleeding!"
"I am fine." Jordan mumbled, trying to reassure his mum with the little strength left in him. "It was just a car, nothing serious. My body is already working on healing."
Still, she was not convinced. She hovered over him, pulling him into her arms. "What car? What happened out there?" Her tone was shaky and she had evident sleeping bags. I could not help but feel worried about all of them.
Jordan was injured, his
