#Chapter 77: Familiar Faces, Cruel Words

As the paramedics sat us in the back of their vehicle to assess our condition, I tried to get Lucas's attention. "Lucas," I called softly. When his eyes met mine, I gestured toward Kendrick with wide eyes, hoping that he'd see him. Lucas's eyes followed my directions, and I knew the moment his eyes locked with Kendrick because his entire demeanor went stiff and rigid. His eyes flashed back to mine, fear and panic taking over. I couldn't even blame him. What was Kendrick doing here? And how did he know what had happened? I looked back over at him standing around the police officers he was currently talking to. He kept gesturing toward Lucas with his fingers as if he was letting them know that Lucas was his son. Surprisingly, his usually stern expression was replaced with... worry? I almost rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing things correctly. Maybe the lack of water and exhaustion had me hallucinating things. But no, I wasn't seeing things. Genuine conce