In Kelsie's apartment, Zade and Keira stood beside the couch in the living room, dressed in their school uniforms.
Jett was on his stomach and from where they stood, neither of them could tell if he was still breathing.
"Is he dead? Why hasn't he changed position since last night?" Zade gulped down nervously, his voice laced with worry.
"I don't know, Zade. I would've leaned forward to check, but I'm too scared to do so." Keira exhaled heavily, rubbing both palms together.
At that moment, the door to their room flew open, and an unbothered Jesse strolled out, carrying his school bag along with his siblings'.
Tossing the bags on a sofa, he sat beside them and made to turn on the television when his sister quietly hopped toward him, extremely careful not to wake Jett.
"Brother, you're not scared easily. Why don't you check up on daddy for us?"
He paused to glance toward Jett, brows perking up in surprise, "Why, what is wrong with him?"
