It's complicated

Chapter 65

-Grace's POV-

It's been a week since Calum got out of the hospital. He isn't allowed to do any strenuous activities, basically all he can do is walk. He has to go to physical therapy for awhile, and the tour that got stopped most likely won't be rescheduled.

Amelia hasn't sent me anymore cryptic messages, but she is constantly trying to talk to me. The police haven't come any closer to proving that she is innocent or guilty.

Calum got his guitar pick turned into a necklace, and I don't think he hasn't taken it off other than showers since he got it. I guess I was worried about him not liking it for no reason.

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Calum and I were cuddling on the couch watching netflix when I got a phone call. I check the caller ID and see that it's Detective Mason. My heart rate picks up. The only reason she would be calling is if there is a development in the case, or if something else has happened.

"Hello?" I sit up, and Calum pauses the TV and looks at me.

"Yes, Grace, we need you to come down to the station." My heart rate doubles once again. Last time she told me that, Makayla was dead.

"W-why?" I stammer, running my fingers through my hair. Calum puts his arm around me, trying to comfort me.

"Something has happened. We found a body. She was shot, just like everyone else. We believe she has had relations with you. A miss, Emilee Granger?" My eyes well up with tears, and they slowly drip out. Not again. I can't do it again. "We need you to come identify her."

"Okay. I'll be right down." I hang up and Calum looks at me expectantly. "Em-Emilee is d-dead." I start shaking, and he pulls me into him, careful to not let me hit his wound.

"They'll get her, Grace. It'll be over soon. I promise."

I sit up, angry. "You can't keep saying that, Calum. You say it every time something happens, and it gets my hopes up. But it never comes true." I break down again, "It never comes true." I start bawling, my tears wetting Calum's shirt as he pulls me back into him.

He strokes my hair, "Shh, calm down." After a few minutes, the tears stop. I get up, brush my hair, wake Luke up from his nap, and get in the car. He comes out a few minutes later, and we drive to the station in complete silence.

When we get to the front desk, the same cop is there as last time. She has a sullen look on her face. "You guys are here to see Detective Mason, right?" She asks.

"Yeah," Luke says, probably not trusting me to talk.

"Paul, take em down there." Paul nods and starts walking. We follow. Luke loosely wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk. I lean against him, starting to feel a little light-headed.

We get to her office, and she opens the door. "Follow me," is all she says before she starts walking down to the morgue. When we get down there, she uncovers the table. I gasp. I slowly nod, and she covers her back up. I fall into Luke, crying.

Detective Mason coughs, "Umm, have you gotten anything from Amelia?"

I shake my head, not trusting my throat to actually be able to talk. I get my phone out and go to twitter.

A look of horror crosses my face as I read the latest message, Only one more left.
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What the literal f***?! This is so suspenseful. I have the next couple of chapters planned out in my head. The story, sadly, is coming to an end soon. I've enjoyed writing it so much and I love how into the story you guys get! Love you all💕