Chpt 4

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Reunion
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I arrived at his apartment, he looked drained, tired his eyes bulging at the laptop. I just feel so bad. I mean wouldn't one freak out if hear that their mother, who died years ago is alive.

"I'm here. What now" I spoke as I walked to his fridge grabbing a bottle of water.

"Look. I think my mother is actually not dead."

"And how"

"Well. You see these pictures. The first one is the one before the incident and this is the picture taken when we found her body by the lake"

"Yes and?"

"Well if you look one the second one there is no ring"

"Well that could mean it fell or it was taken off" Gosh, I feel so bad.

"Yes that's what I thought but she got cut by roses"
"Well yes... but maybe the cut swelled and you can't see it."

"Well I never thought of that. Well maybe I can find another clue"

"No! You know what you need to do is rest. I mean look at you, you don't look like you are in the right state. Let's go and sleep"
He nodded and we slipped into his quilt.
When darkness cane over me.

Next morning

Kevin pov

I woke at about 8, my arm was still wrapped around her. The warmth of her body left me as I went straight to the bathroom. Today I just decided to use the bathtub. After some minutes I sat there, filling my head with thoughts. I heard a knock figuring that Kaycee had woken up.

"Kev you in there. Kevin you alright?"

She decided to open the door
"Hey you alright?"

"Yeah" I croaked.

"Well OK. I'm going across to get my bag."

Wanting to ask why, she slams the door. "Be ready when I come back."

With that I got out, and got  ready.

Kaycee opened the door widely

"So we are going to the baseball game."

"Look I really appreci-" she cut me off.

"No you are coming. Now get up."

She was putting all her might, and I didn't even budge. Feeling pity for her I got up. .

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"I can't believe you got us the best seat. How did you get them, they are so hard to find?"

She slowly shrugged," I have my ways"

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