Parker's house// Gwen, Peter and Wade.
Gwen practically sprinted from her home. She just couldn't take it there, needed a break. Her mum was on the verge of ruining her children with her grief. Her husband was dead, but her children's father was dead as well, and she was being selfish. Dumping her bag, she rapped her knuckles lightly against the Parker's door. She pulled her cardigan closer to herself, it was slightly frosty outside.











