Rachel

It had been several hours since my revelation concerning Kindra's father and I don't know why it bothered me so much. Probably because I wanted to believe Jared was a good kid and that I was bothered because they were obviously close and I think I was more worried that they hadn't been close and I was just going to be another target down on Jared's list, assuming he had one.

I finally resolved to talk to him myself but I ran into Ivar on the way. He had obviously been crying. I suppose I might have looked that way too, but for much different reasons.

"Good to see you not holding your feelings in like you were last night," He said softly. "Never does any good to hold it in."

I gave him a look like he was clueless, "I don't think you know what you're talking about. I'm not mourning."

"Then what were you crying about," He said. "It's fairly obvious that you were."

Jessica was with him and she got his attention and whispered something in his ear and then turned to me, "Go ahead dear. Just remember we're here for you when you're ready."

I nodded slightly, "Thank you."

I walked swiftly from the room and made my way to Jared's quarters. He wasn't sleeping, he was talking with someone, the lights were out. I decided to sneak in and listen.