It had been surreal seeing them, it was like we were catching up, not getting to know one another as we talked. Now I know I had briefly called that place home in this lifetime but it ran deeper than that. I had been skeptical all along but I was confident now that Blake and I were connected by our very souls. It's like an intimate bond with someone I'd never met and I'd never have the chance to. It was ultimately unexplainable, just a feeling that ran down to my very core. I could feel her within me from the minute we arrived like that there had been a hollow emptiness deep within myself before. It was like the piece of me that had been missing had simply slid into place.
We had spent another couple hours there talking with them and I had found out that our Aunt Carol had put up the money for the house just before it was foreclosed on. They had tried to get me back but it was far little too late at that point. We had avoided telling my mom about the truth of who I was. Considering she had repeated her shock of seeing me multiple times, I think it was for the best. It was heartbreaking to see her so lost and fragile but she was still there despite it all and that was all that really mattered. I had never had a mom and certainly never expected to have one. It was bittersweet but at least this mom, whether she be Blake's mom or mine, loves me.
Brandon had invited us to stay with them but I had politely declined his offer. We had already intruded on them far too much and as much as I felt at home there I needed some time to take a step back and think. We had learned more than we could've ever dreamed when we'd set out of this Hail Mary cross country dream chasing mission. Don't get me wrong I was extremely grateful but it had worn me down to the wire and I needed a break from it all. Learning that you were someone else in a different life, meeting your past life family, finding out your new, not even official, girlfriend had been your super serious girlfriend in a past life, and that you're literally soulmates was quite a bit to take in over the course of a couple hours. Add all that with the fact that Beck of all people was somehow involved and I was spinning. Before we had left Carter had asked about Devin's family and he had informed us her mom still lived directly across the street so we had one more stop to make.
We slowly made our way over and I took her hand in mine as I looked at her, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah I'm sure, I just, I need to see her." She stated, her eyes set on the doorway as we approached.
Once at the entryway she let out a deep breath before firmly knocking on the door. Only a brief moment later an elderly woman who, even in her old age, looked remarkably like Carter stood before us.
Her eyes were locked on Carter, "Can I help you?"
Carter seemed frozen, unsure of what to say or where to start.
"You're those famous women aren't you? The singer and the olympian?" She questioned, her face scrunched slightly, "Why are you at my door?"
"I um, uh, we have some questions to ask you. Would you mind if we came in?" Carter asked, her voice shaky and uneven.
The lady nodded slowly, "Yeah come inside girls."
We cautiously entered the home and I felt a wave of nausea hit me as I swear I watched Devin's figure run down the stairs straight for us.
"Blake, wait!" Her voice sounded like a whisper, a million eons away.
Just as she ran by me, I turned to see she had disappeared into thin air.
Mrs. Dawson closed the door, sealing us inside before speaking, "Can I get you girls anything to drink?"
She led us into the dining room, Carter the first to reply "No thank you we're good and we don't mean to intrude."
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