Chapter 15

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Felicity

Last night was incredible. I had so much fun, but I can still feel a part of me missing, and today as we head back to the marina, everything just feels wrong.

Something is off.

I feel Shane watching me as we pull into the marina.

I have a nasty feeling about the day, and as we get off the boat, everyone else does too.

I brush it off. I know it's nothing.

So we get in the truck and all of us crowd back to the house.

When we get there, there's two police cars.

Shane parks, and I hop out.

Shane looks at me.

I'm scared, but I shrug.

So we all head into the house, nervous.

My sister is standing in my living room, arguing with the police.

She looks like she's ready to rip her hair out.

I open my mouth to ask what the hell is going on when my eyes square in on a white cocaine like powder.

And rolled up blunts.

The officers turn to us.

Fuck.

I start to panic, feeling nauseous.

You are innocent.

I remind myself that over and over.

"Who lives here?"

I look at Shane again.

"My wife and I." he gestures to me.

"Anyone else? There's two children's rooms upstairs."

"Yes. Our daughter and son." I say.

I attempt to explain what's going on with my sister, but they don't seem to want to hear it.

They cuff Tori and bag up her drugs, and then they turn to us, and they take down all of our information, everyone's statements of the last time we saw them, where we were last night.

"Mr. And Mrs. Beckett, I'm sorry, but we are going to have to take Owen and Odette until we get to the bottom of this."

Silence.

The whole house.

Tori is still inside.

What?

Did he just say what I think he said.

"What?" I ask.

"I am taking your children."

I've been scared before.

I've been shot at.

I've had a gun pointed at my face.

I've had a lot.

But losing my children.

"No." I say. "No, you're not taking my kids." I start pulling Owen back.

I'm holding Odette.

Social services walks in.

I start pulling the kids away from them.

My first instinct is to run, but before I know what's happening, they're ripping my daughter out of my arms, and then my son.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Owen starts screaming. "No! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go!"

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