My dad laughed.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled into her shoulder. "I just..."
"It's okay, Pen." My dad said. "Just try to be more careful in the future. You're going to worry us to death."
I laughed and unwound from my mom's hug. I eyed my jacket on the chair again. "Can I have my jacket?"
"If you're cold we can get you some more blankets." She patted my back.
"I just need my jacket."
My dad walked over and grabbed it off the back of the chair and handed it to me. I put my hand in one empty pocket and then the other. The envelope was missing. "How long have I been here?" For a brief second I thought I had lost my mind. Maybe I had made Professor Hunter up.
"Just a few hours, sweetie."
That wasn't enough time to create such wonderful memories. I bit my lip. Or such painful ones. I hadn't
