Chapter 9

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We all step out of the van."What are we looking for?"I ask him.He hands me a photo.It was my mother at her wedding."How do you have this?"I ask."We were good friends,your mother and I,"he replies.I stare at the photo.She looks so beautiful.I stare at her warm smile I miss so much.My happiness of the photo fades when I realize that she was the one that started all of this.The one that lied to me.Weston peers over my shoulder at the photo."Take it,"I say shoving the photo to his chest.Weston expression is a mixture of shock and dumbfounded."What does a wedding photo have to with New York?"I ask.Spencer stops walking.We all stand in front of St.Maria's church.

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