Regan.
Monday Morning. Next day…
I breathe in the fresh air. Exhaling heavily, when I've taken in enough air. I appreciatively admire my surroundings. The morning sun caressing my skin. Freedom is a valuable treasure.
We just stepped out of the police station. Our bail finally came, an hour ago, so we got released. We were inside filling all the paper work. So we kinda delayed till now. I think Agent Kemble was just trying to delay our release, because he was disappointed we got freed.
Walking down the front steps, we're greeted by a mob of reporters, who throw their questions at us. We push through the crowd and ignore them. We spot Miguel and our other men a few steps away from the crowd and stroll to meet them, when all of a sudden dad stiffens beside me. Short labored gasps escape his lips. Alarmed, I reach for him, holding him.
"Dad…Dad, what's wrong? Dad!" I call frantically as he sags in my arms, his eyes gradually drooping. "Frankie! Lucas!" I call loudly.
