"We should go get ice cream!" Abby yelled.
                          
"Not the time" I mumbled getting out of the car.
                          
   
                          
"Liv, I'm going out for a few hours and I need you to watch Abby, okay?" Jacob asked standing by the door. We've been home for a while now and I really wanted to go back to the hospital.
                          
"Can you drop me to the hospital on your way?" I asked hopefully.
                          
"I need you to watch Abby" Jacob reminded me.
                          
"She can come with me" I shrugged the small detail off. 
                          
"I don't know how I feel about you guys going alone," Jacob said hesitantly.
                          
"What why?" I asked.
                          
"We still don't know who hit Reagan and I don't want you guys to go wander off alone right now," Jacob told me.
                          
"It was probably just a hit and run," I told him. Those weren't uncommon around here.
                          
"We don't know that" Jacob sighed.
                          
"What aren't you telling me?" I asked.
                          
"Nothing," he told me. "I just want to be cautious that's all."
                          
"I don't believe you"
                          
"You don't have to"
                          
"I still want ice cream," Abby told us joining the conversation.
                          
"I'll be back in forty minutes tops, okay?" Jacob said totally ignoring Abby.
                          
"Fine. Where are you even going?" I asked. Jacob just ignored me and left the house. That meant he was going to the warehouse.
                          
"Can we watch Frozen?" Abby asked.
                          
"If I see frozen one more time I will kill someone" I grumbled. 
                          
"You suck" Abby shouted at me. That was another thing Reagan taught her. 
                          
"I know"
                          
"Oh.." Abby looked uncomfortable. I just laughed at her. "Ice cream?"
                          
"Ask that one more time I'll strangle you" I mumbled. Her eyes widened and she just went back to colouring. My phone beeped signalling I got a text. 
                          
-text messages-
                          
Aiden: I know who hit Reagan...
                          
Olivia: What? Who? How do you even know about that?
                          
Aiden: answers for answers.
                          
Olivia: What?
                          
Aiden: has your brother ever mentioned anyone named Issac? Blonde hair, 6'3, 23.
                          
Olivia: I don't think so, why?
                          
Aiden: that's my older Brother he went missing a couple of months back. I think your brother has something to do with it.