❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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THE WEATHER WAS PLEASENT THAT AUTUMN THURSDAY AFTERNOON. Classes had ended for the day. Aurora and her family had completely finished moving, and for her own sake, there was no more dust in the house.
At that time, Billy would surely be looking for a place to find some girls to hang out with, and Max would probably be in that arcade she'd found. She smiled. It was good that she was finding ways to fit into the city. Max was strong and independent, which was great. But Rory still felt the need to protect her.
As Rory passed her house, she continued on, heading north on the road, memorizing the places she passed so that she could return home after her little exploration on foot, her backpack resting on her shoulders. She felt like discovering the surroundings around her house.
Although it was an unknown city, it was small and quiet. She wasn't afraid to walk around alone. Sometimes her curious and fearless instincts spoke louder than her sense of danger. But it wouldn't be a bad idea, right? What harm could there be?
The sparrows' chirping and the sun's warmth made her feel safe as she walked along the road, watching the trees already covered in orange and brown leaves.
Her adventurous spirit longed for a moment of contemplation and discovery, as well as peace.
And now she had found the perfect place.
After a long walk into the unknown, she came upon a pile of huge rocks, one of which was shaped like a human skull. Interesting irony of the gifted nature. But also creepy.
And she didn't seem to be in completely uninhabited territory when she saw crumpled Coke cans in a corner.
She sat down on the floor. Maybe it was a little disgusting, but for someone who had already slept on a mattress full of dust, a little dirt on the pants wouldn't bother. Rory leaned against one of the rocks and felt a light breeze blow through her.
Tall trees surrounded the place, their leafy branches swaying in the wind and blocking out the intensity of the sunlight.
As she gazed at the peaceful landscape, she fumbled in the bottom of her backpack for something she had stolen from her brother's car that morning. Then she took out a cigarette from the Camels pack. She lit it and exhaled the smoke, which stung her eyes.
It tasted bad, but there had to be a reason why her brother liked smoking that crap and felt an enviable inner peace.
She dared to lean her head against the stone behind her, a book on her lap, and let her mind wander as her eyes followed the letters printed on the paper.
