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╰┈➤ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘒𝘌 𝘜𝘗
in the hospital, thankfully only sprained his wrist, Ward informed us that we would be staying with him from now on. That would put an end to the foster family thing and we'd always be in the Outer Banks with our friends.

So I rode the Twinkie back to our cabin and we packed our essentials. Clothes, John B some photos, I mean notebooks and other books. I ended up packing more books than clothes, which made my brother mad at me. "Having the same thing for three days isn't as bad as having one book for three days!" I justified myself, defiantly putting my hands on my hips.

"Sarah will definitely lend you something," he said, shaking his head and then smiling at me. "What is it?"
"By now I would have realized that we are twins." He stopped while frantically stuffing his clothes into his backpack.
"I said the exact same thing to Dad as a kid when we were packing for a fishing trip."

I smiled at his nostalgic face, immensely glad I wasn't alone. In order not to unnecessarily burden his arm, I pushed him gently to the side, closed his b6ackpack and ran ahead.

He took a can of beer for the ride and I started the engine, opening it for him first.
"Thank you."
"Of course you invalid."
"That's really sprained!"
"And I'm not in love with Rafe Cameron."
"You are what?"
He looked at me in shock, almost spilling the beer on his seat.

"Oh, that was just an example." I rolled my eyes at the mirror and stifled a giggle. He didn't have to kid me at all, couldn't admit to himself that he liked Sarah.

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Ward took the two extra bags from me, which I pulled out of the Twinkie while both my brother and I carried backpacks. "It's even bigger on the inside than on the outside," my brother murmured in amazement, and Ward gave a short laugh and patted him on the back. I growled suspiciously to myself and analyzed the situation while a thousand thoughts circled through my head. Was that really such a good idea? Why couldn't we just stay in our own home with all the memories of Dad?

I sighed and linked my arm with JB, which made him smile lovingly at me and made me feel better. "We're still together. That will not change either. Don't worry, Emma."

I nodded, leaning on his shoulder for a second before Ward led us up the twisted staircase to the second floor to show us our rooms.
"Yours is on the right," he explained to my brother before looking at me, "and yours is on the left. There's a door in between so you can easily walk to each other without having to go down the hall."

I set my backpack on the bed and sat on the edge. "This is a dream. Thank you Mr Cameron. Really."

"You can call me Ward," he said, waving his hand. I smiled at him cautiously. He stroked his beard and Sarah appeared behind him. "Then I'll let you guys unpack," he said and disappeared, leaving Sarah to take his place.