“Come on.” Jack said finally. “N-no good standing out here. The lounge will be nice and toasty now with the fire going, a-and I can make you some hot chocolate. How’s that?” he asks as he turns her around and begins to walk her back towards the house.
“Okay,” she replied quietly, giving him a small smile as she followed him inside, wrapping her arms around herself and trying to get warm.
Sure enough, the fire inside was warming her up a bit and she collected the blankets that were left behind, wrapping herself up in one and offering the other to Jack. “W-Want some help making the chocolate?”
“Oh, no. I’m okay, you sit.” he insists, taking the blanket from her and wraps it around himself, either way. “I won’t be long. You can turn on the TV if you want, I turned the electricity back on when I went out for the wood.” he smiles at her, before walking from the room to make the hot chocolate but also to take a moment to gather himself.
It was always hard for him to go out to Gail’s field. Why, he couldn’t understand after all these years. His parents seemed fine going out there from time to time after what had happened. But Jack… he always felt so lonely when he was out there. Was it that he felt robbed, that his sister had died? Was a part of him still mad about it happening? Was he being selfish? All these years he didn’t know. Even just now, with Katelynn besides him, he might as well have been standing there alone just like when he was eleven years old all over again.
But he made the hot chocolate, in two big mugs.
Jack Maple 