The Meeting

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It's always the last place you go where you find what you need. It's Murphy's way.

When I walked out of the shop, with all my parcels in hand, I felt so much lighter. This task is finally done and I can go home. Home how strange to finally be able to say it.

I walked to the curb, taking a second to soak up some sunlight before calling for the taxi. But, something catches my eye before I could even do that.

I drop my parcels.

It can't be!

My chest constricts like a burst balloon as he walks over to me. 

I might have forgotten how to breath.

He stops right in front of me, his blue eyes lifeless as he smiled.

"Genny," he snarled, "fancy meeting you here."

"It's Genevieve," I mutter bravely.

"It's Genny," he muttered, my blood freezing. I can't believe my luck. Of all people to walk into. It had to be the one person who could suck away my happiness.

"I need to go," i grabbed my parcels off the floor and just started walking. But a hand grabs my arm. I can feel how the cold from his touch travels through my arm.

"Where is my child?" My tight chest tightened even more.

"You mean the Cancer?" A cold voice answered behind me. My eyes shot towards the voice.

It's Cam.

Wait.

Why is Cam here.

Where's Emily?

My head starts spinning and I can feel Cam's warm arms wrap around me just before I reach the darkness.

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