The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Morgan's sobbing.
What is happening? Why is she wailing like the world ended?
I quickly got out of bed and put on a robe to leave my room. The crying was coming from the living room, so I hurried my steps and walked over in that direction.
As I got closer, I could make out some of the words.
"Mom! Is he okay? Tell me, I need to go see him!"
Morgan was hysterical, but my heart sank. There was only one person she could be so emotional over, and that was Christian.
I practically ran into the room and looked at Morgan standing across from my mother.
"What happened?" I asked, unable to hide my anxiety.
Morgan looked at me with her tear-streaked face, "He almost died! They found him in a ditch!"
