Drake Browning pulled up to the large building, and waited for his daughters.
Kristen's voice had worried him, and he grew anxious. They came slowly down the steps, and
into the car. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but the girls' presence was cold.
"Who's getting me?" I asked point blank.
Drake looked up into the rearview mirror, Kris holding onto a pale Jamie, green
eyes flashing. She knew.
"I am." he said simply.
I nodded, as if satisfied with the answer. "We don't want to be separated, Drake."
"I know, but Heather is stuck on having Jessica."
"What if she doesn't want to go with her?"
Drake shrugged, turning the car around the corner. "I don't think that's likely. Jessie
and Heather are like this." he said, holding up his crossed fingers.
"We'll see..." I said softly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN