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It's like the scorpions fell off the face of the earth

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It's like the scorpions fell off the face of the earth.

Their stupidly named gang killed my father and now they just disappear with no trace.

Everett walks in and by the look on his face I can tell he hasn't found anything useful either.

I don't know what else to do, I've tried everything to find them.

"I'll keep looking, Camden. We'll find something." Everett tries to assure me but I can tell he doesn't mean it.

I just shake my head and go up to my bedroom, needing to see my wife.

She's sitting on our bed, reading a book, when I walk in.

"Hey hunny, what's wrong?" She asks, concerned.

"This whole thing with the scorpions. I literally cringe even thinking about their name. It's so dumb. Sorry, I'm frustrated because I can't find them anywhere. There's literally no trace of them." I explain, sitting down next to her.

"I'm sorry, hunny." She apologizes and kisses my cheek.

I smile at her and kiss her forehead.

"Does our little boy like strawberries?" I asked with raised eyebrows, seeing a giant bowl of strawberries next to her.

She laughs and nods. "Very much."

"I'll have someone go grab more so you don't run out. I guess he finally got tired of ice?" I chuckle.

"I guess so." She muses, a soft smile on her lips and an arm wrapping around her stomach.

She can't wait to meet our boy, and neither can I.

"I hope you can find something." She tells me after a minute and I nod.

"Me too." I agree.

My phone dings and I go to look at the message

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My phone dings and I go to look at the message.

I see it's from an old friend of mine. I haven't talked to him in years.

"Hey France, it's been too long. Wanna meet up? I'm kinda laying low for a while so it'd have to be in the middle of the night."

Huh, I wonder why he's laying low.

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