A/N: Before I go on with the story, I would like to inform you that this chapter involves a song--I mean the plot I came up with kind of connected so much to the song. So this time, I am requesting you to play the song at the sidebar. But if you don't want to, no one's forcing you, that's completely okay, since I will be including the lyrics in this chapter so it still can make perfect sense to you. This story is almost coming to a close and I would like to thank you all beforehand. I honestly just want this book to be over because I'm planning on making a new one. And no, not a fan fiction, but a story that starts from scratch. But anyways, nothing more on that, here you go... :)
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"Why didn't anyone tell me?" My mom was forced to slump on an armchair and bury her head in her palms, her face drained of blood all of a sudden.
It started sinking into me now. Catherine, my real mother, was dead. And Erin, she was her twin sister. Now I felt sick as well, but I could only stand there, frozen on the spot, and keep my emotions at war inside of me. I couldn't decide if I should comfort my mom or something after seeing her reaction. I was confused, but nothing beat the looks on everyone else's faces. Greyson, Maddie, Jared, and obviously Ruthie, had no actual idea on what was going on at the moment. They seemed like they just stumbled upon a top secret Mafia meeting happening in the middle of a side street. All they could do was remain silent and observe.
"We thought you knew," Jemma said accusingly.
Mom protested. "We did not know! Who could've told us? Your lot just completely vanished like you were wiped off the face of the earth. We never had contact with each other again for the past thirteen years!"
"I'm sorry, Lena," Erin said quietly.
Mom couldn't find the right words to say, instead, she sniffled and took in a lot of breaths. She lifted her head and managed to mumble thickly, "How? How did she die?"
Erin sighed sadly. "She fled Oklahoma by land, you see. She took her car and planned to drive to New York all by herself, but she never got here."
"Sh-she died in a car crash too?" I stuttered in assumption. Realizing that I spoke for the first time, I felt somewhat surprised.
"Like her husband, most unfortunately," Erin replied with the deepest sincerity, looking at me with kind eyes. "She was found in Irvington with barely nothing."
"She was almost here," I remarked, remembering my general knowledge on the US geography.
"Almost is always never enough. That's what's tragic about it," Jemma uttered, her voice surprisingly going softer.
"But," Erin interrupted. "The police did find something. Something that led us to believe that Catherine had indeed gotten quite insane after James died. We figured that she was too lost in her grief for her to acknowledge the fact that life just goes on."
"She's lost her faith and the reason to live. Look what she did. She left her daughter." Jemma plaintively indicated to me. And in that moment, after she said those words, my tears just flowed from out of nowhere. I wasn't even aware that I had been holding them back. What was so painful about it was that it felt and was true.
"Jemma, do you remember that tape?" Erin asked, waving off her sister's previous statements.
Jemma looked confused at first, then her face suddenly cleared. "Oh, that one."
"I think they deserve to hear it. Will you get it for me? It's in the drawer beside my bed," Erin requested. Jemma nodded and went upstairs.
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