John Winters

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"Come on lets go downstairs and make sure your stuff is together so you're ready for when your dad come picks you up" I told Casey.

"Okay"

Casey ran downstairs.

I put my phone in my pocket of my jeans and straightened out my purple shirt, and went downstairs as well.

"Mom.....Mooooommm"

"I'm in the kitchen!" My momma yelled back.

I went into the kitchen and found her sitting on the stool at the kitchen counter in the middle.

"Mom, who are Casey's parents?"

"Well her dad is John Winters, I havn't met her mother yet..."

John Winters?

"Why?" My mother asked me.

"Well....I was telling Casey, a story....and she said it was similar to the stories her brother Chris told her about his best friend. When I asked her whats his name she said Christopher Anderson.....but when I asked where he was, she said in the hospital because he hurt his head at basketball game, and you know, since she's little she was told about him being in coma in a easy way but I figured out what it meant" I rambled on to my momma, eager to figure this all out and find Chris if it really is him.

"Ooohhh...maybe you could ask her dad when he comes.....I do remember him saying he was planning him and his fiancé's wedding at times."

"Makes sense"
Christopher did tell me those years ago how his mom was going through a divorce.

I walked off to the living room to find Casey sitting on the sofa with her bag next to her watching cartoons on tv.

I sat in the chair and got on my phone while waiting for Casey's dad to come.

A little while later we heard someone coming into the driveway.

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