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Chapter 7

Amanda's P.O.V

 I am in love with my best friend. I told her I love her and she she thought it's because I think of her like a sister. It's not. Everyone thinks that I like Nick, Liv's partner but it isn't true. The only person that knows the truth is Fin. Unless he told people, then I don't know who knows. I have to ask him...

I'm not straight. I'm lesbian. But I have to get back to the present now so...

I blink, bringing myself from my daydreaming and continue waiting for Liv in the living room. She walks out in a pair of black work pants and a burgundy shirt. I watch as she grabs her blazer which is hanging up by the door. "You coming?" she asks. I nod. "Um yeah. Let me grab my purse." I tell her. She nods and stays by the door. I walk into my room and grab my brown purse. Sticking my gun into my side holster I walk out of my bedroom.

The sight I see almost brings me to my knees. Liv is standing there with her shirt off, and looking at me. Her burgundy shirt is in her hand. I notice that there is liquid dripping down her chest.

It's not red. "I spilled water on my shirt." she explains. "Okay. Go change, I'll meet you in the car." I tell her. She nods and I leave my apartment. Taking the elevator down to the parking garage I mind my own business as a woman gets on holding a manila envelope. "Do you know where I could find Ms. Amanda Rollins?" the woman asks me.

"That's me. What do you need?" I ask this woman. "You've been served." the woman says handing me the envelope. "What?" I ask. The elevator stops and the woman gets off. I open the envelope as I walk to my car. I hate Sundays...