*Getting a call from a couple of the pack members wondering where their children are. I head out to the pack lands with the little ones to meet them and have a emergency meeting. Pulling up to the barn, helping the children unload out of the truck pointing them towards the barn.
Walking into the barn and it's look like world war 3 started in there. Idly thinking of throwing a match and rebuilding rather than cleaning up. Arson isn't a good reason to move to Angola. Grabbing a broom, dustpan out of the back of the truck and a huge roll of contractor bags ready to clean up.
Looking down at my phone. Maybe my phone will ring. I need to know if she's safe. Even if she never wants to speak to me again, I want her safe and cared for.*
Walking into the barn and it's look like world war 3 started in there. Idly thinking of throwing a match and rebuilding rather than cleaning up. Arson isn't a good reason to move to Angola. Grabbing a broom, dustpan out of the back of the truck and a huge roll of contractor bags ready to clean up.
Looking down at my phone. Maybe my phone will ring. I need to know if she's safe. Even if she never wants to speak to me again, I want her safe and cared for.*