"Bree, look at me." Gage cupped her face, turning her to face him. He seated her on the kitchen stool trying to clean her scrapes and pick shards of glass from the broken car window embedded in her arm. It wasn't much but he needs to make sure the wounds won't get infected. The bruise on her neck looked worse, he put medical ointment to hopefully help it heal faster. He also put some on her exposed hip, then ushered her to change to his t-shirt and pajama pants.
While Bree was in the bathroom, Gage had called Mrs. Mancini and told her to pack a few days' worths of clothing for both Hazel and Bree.
"I... I have to get back, Hazel..." Bree said after she was back joining him in the living room.
"I've sent Elvis to pick them up and escort them here, I have a spare room." Gage thought that
