"Uh," Jamie mentally went over what was in his fridge and recalled that he did have iced tea. "Yeah, I do, actually. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."
He slipped into the kitchen and pulled a glass down from the cupboard. Images of his mom and dad and the rest of his family seemed to be playing on a continual loop in his mind. He wasn't normally the praying type, but he sent out a silent prayer then. Please keep them safe.
He returned to the living room with a glass of iced tea for Amy and a box of crackers. He handed them to her before sitting down next to her on the couch. "So."