Chapter 17

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Luke's POV
"Anastasia! Wake up! Anastasia! You can't die! You were so young! Why!? Anastasia no!" I scream. Tears were rolling down my face like a waterfall. My baby! My little girl! She was dead. And Mama killed her.
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'Who are you?' I write on a note pad.
'Demon to some, Angel to others.' It writes back.
'What's your name?'
'Mama.'
'Why did you kill my daughter!?'
'I kept her alive for years and then they take her away! Her mother left, I looked after her!'
'That doesn't answer my question!' I was getting annoyed with this Mama.
'She told me you all made her happier than I ever did. I couldn't let that go. I loved her more than anything.'
'What are you?'
'I am her mothers mother's spirit.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I am sorry too.'

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