Back at the funeral:
Minutes passed since Albert left with Amber. I was pacing the sidewalk by the cemetery with trepidation.
I mused, if he could find information from my past, who else knows... also what he means by, "Once I accept reality, my objective will seem much closer than it seems?" Was he talking figuratively or...?
My thoughts were cut off by the blare of my phone. I quieted the ringer and glimpsed the caller ID on the forefront of my screen.
No caller ID,
Confused, I answered and waited to hear who it was.
"Hello? Maurice, are you there? It's Kali."
My phone almost slipped from my hands to the pavement. Even juggling the repairs for that with my fugitive status would've been more fathomable than what I had to digest now.
The person I least expected but probably needed the most continued, "Brother, you there?"
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Misterio / SuspensoThis story is about a 19-year-old boy named Moe, who wants to live a peaceful life, but carries baggage that can't be tossed to the side. Moe has the power to (re)live the past or future through his dreams. He is framed for killing his best friend...
