JOHN’S POV.

I looked out the window, and saw it was snowing heavily. The snowflakes seemed to turn and fall like confetti. The morning would definitely be dull and gloomy.

Katie couldn’t have left, so I dialed her number.

She picked on the third ring.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“In the living room.”

“Lucas and Emily?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Damn them. Well, I need you.”

“For what exactly?” She asked, with her tone sounding hard.

“I’m not ...