Chapter Two

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I sat motionless at my kitchen table, it'd been a day since Jessie got kidnapped. Max and Jinx were staying at my place for the mean time.

I couldn't sleep most of that night, I was just sitting at the kitchen table, studying the painting on the wall my mom had done a number of years ago.

The linoleum floor squeaked under Max's bare feet as he approached the small wooden chair I was sitting at and pulled another matching one over to sit by me.

"Still can't sleep?" He questioned. The dark circles under his eyes told that he wasn't sleeping well either.

"Yeah." I mumbled quietly.

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