Storm POV
The last thing I expected when we left the hospital was a photographer. According to Dad, who talked to him, he had been waiting to capture a picture of Cloe leaving the hospital. A nurse had informed him that Cloe would be leaving today. Dad will investigate which nurse called him since the reporter won't tell us. Dad said he took a really bad photo, and he couldn't tell it was Cloe. A light on the camera was blurring the picture; he had not had time to adjust it, so you could hardly tell who it was. He wasn't much of a photographer, but Dad still had him delete it from the camera.
As we arrived home, I tried to think of my home from her perspective. I don't know what sort of home Cloe had lived in, but the father appeared to be well off, with his clothing, vehicles, and car
