― SEVEN, TRUTH

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"You're up early."

I smiled and set down a basket of bread I picked up from Sue's house, Emily carried them towards the dining table and unfurled the white cloth, all prepared for breakfast. "I heard they doubled the patrols last night, and I wanted to help out." I had to beg Sue to teach me how to bake bread in the early hours of the morning. Of course, she was more than willing to share her knowledge with me, but she's always told me that I'm a very impatient cook when I keep looking at the oven, overthinking about it.

"That's sweet of you. I'm gonna need all the help I can get. They think I'm just running a free buffet." She said, rolling her eyes.

I laughed. "Don't get me started. I thought Jack was gonna chew my door when he dropped by last night." Emily chuckled.

"I'm amazed you're holding up nicely with—all this." She mumbled under her breath, an emotion passing her face, between the scars of her past.

"I don't know." I said. "I was hoping it'd dawn on me eventually and I'd just run off across the world. But it hasn't happened yet." I'm waiting for my world to crash and break, to wake me up, but every time I pinch my skin to see if it's real, I accidentally think of him.

Emily sighed in contentment. "It's not easy, that's for sure. But then you just realize that the world's just so big. And we're already right where we're supposed to be."

I wish she was right. But at the back of my head, I feel as though I might not be there yet.

"There they are." She said, bobbing her head towards the door, where five stinky teenagers and one shirtless idiot strut towards the house. Jackson hurried as soon as he saw me.

"I told you!" Paul said to Jacob, elbowing him to the side as soon as he saw me.

"Told what?" I asked with a single raised brow, intimidating the heck out of him. Jack stood to my left, his head tilted a little, and I seemed to have missed something when he shoved the two ahead, snickering lowly as they slid to the dining table.

"Paul made a bet." Sam said as he passed by and headed straight to Emily in the kitchen.

"What bet?"

Jackson scoffed when Jared perked up. "Heard him say your name before he could even open his mouth."

My frown deepened. "Heard him? How?"

"We can read each other's thoughts." Embry said.

I stared at Jackson fully, and he was standing against the corner of the kitchen counter, evidently shy out of his mind. "Is that true?"

"Yeah. But they're not supposed to." He said, putting tone on the last line.

"He forgets to shut his brains off sometimes." Sam bellowed and the boys laughed.

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