My sister, Ellie, answered, gently taking our jar. “We wish for our dads to come home safe. We wish for Uncle Silas to wake up.”
Everyone looked over at Rook and Ryle, who both had pained expressions. Their pale eyes were even lighter under the moonlight, but their dark hair made them look like something from a story book. Raven’s feathers and skin that didn’t even seem real.
“We wish for our dads to come home,” Royce said.
Nova added the rest, placing their jar into the snow, “And for Uncle Silas to wake up.”
We all carefully moved the upturned snow over the crater to bury the jars, and then as we sat there staring at the snow, feeling like maybe what we did was foolish or stupid, it started to snow.
Our faces tipped up, watching the sky as if we were experiencing real magic.
Then we heard it. The sound of a truck driving toward us. None of us moved, but our moms began pouring outside, moving in front of us, as if they knew we’d been outside the entire time.
The truck came to a stop, and Giles quickly opened the door, jumping out with a bag of supplies. The man in the passenger side opened his door and quickly moved toward us, wearing a set of doctor scrubs.
“Who is that?” Ellie asked, whispering next to me.
We stood, watching their every move as I slowly replied.
“That’s the doctor who’s going to save Uncle Silas.”