Mistake

Third Person POV

The day isn't good for people who wants to go outside. The sky is cloudy, the air breeze is cold that could send shivers to spines. People walk wearing thick clothes and an umbrella. December is a month of snow, but the rain doesn't want to be beaten down.

A private plane landed, loaded by the family of Jackson. His father, his sister, and Jackson—or should we say...Jeffrey.

Once, they all got out of the plane, a man in black opened an umbrella for them, then rode to the white car waiting for them. Their are two black men in suits that put their luggage at the back of the car.

"Bring us to the ******* hospital," their father said.

There aren't much traffic, but the little rains make the road seems like too crowded.

"The weather said it'll be sunny today, I'm much more expecting for the snow. Rain sucks," the woman in brown hair. Wearing her fashion clothes and red lipstick—intimidating.

"Rain calms my nerves, sis. Hope you, too,"