Chapter8

#Chapter8

Sean and Sara Osulf

The dark mist cleared into the night that surrounded him in tiny specks of charred coals as Teddy scanned the poorly lit parking lot and the rain poured down over them. /"Alright, Tess. We’re here. You’re going to be okay now./"

Like he was on the road to deliverance from the nightmare they found themselves immersed in, he staggered across the parking lot towards the emergency department sign. /"Third, you’re Sean and Sara Osulf now. Your father is Howard. Sean and Sara Osulf, your father is Howard./"

For being so petite, she was like a floppy, wet sack of hundred-pound potatoes the way her limbs flailed around as he walked.

He tried to keep hold as he gritted his teeth, then stopped and tossed her up in the air. /"It’s okay. I got you. Had to move you around a little; you’re slippery as hell./"