After what happened at my job, I was taken to the hospital and they performed surgery on my eye to remove fragments of glass. I lost my eye which means no more depth perception. When the police realized that I’ve been caught, they sent a detective to the hospital to question me and would constantly come to my room every few days a week. The detective’s name is Amanda and she wanted answers for what happened in Seattle. I told her what happened and why the cop shot my dad. 

She then asked me why the area when they arrived looked like there was an explosion. I told her I didn’t know and it’s because I passed out. At this point, I can’t trust cops because of what they did to my dad. She asked me, “Why didn’t you go to the police?” and I scoffed and responded, “Right, the police would help me after they shot my dad and accused us of murder. My dad was killed for no reason.”

I told the detective to look for my brother and to stop wasting her time on me. She said that they might have leads on where my brother is. After a long talk, She finally left. In a few days, I will be arranged in court for what happened in Seattle. The doctors gave me my sketchbook and as I was looking through it I found a hidden message in the sketchbook from Jacob; apparently he took Jordan to his hometown in Nevada.

I had to find him and so I decided to sneak out today at midnight and hoped to not get caught. After getting some sleep I snuck out the door while the guard was sleeping, grabbed my stuff and stole some medical supplies for my eye. I went out the window, hotwired a car, and drove away. I feel bad for stealing a car but I have to get to Jordan. It was going to be a 2 day drive to Nevada so I figured it best to make the most of the money I had left. I have to find him and I hope he is okay.