Chapter 5

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The next day was her funeral. My mom told me I should go, but I really didn't want to see her closed casket get buried. My mom practically dressed me and dragged me out of the house.

I stayed for most of it, but when her dad started talking about her in the past tense, I had to leave. I ran past my home and over to the treehouse in her backyard. I climbed up it.

We hadn't been up there since we were both 10, but it was where we would always meet. Luckily my mother didn't follow me. She knew I would want to be alone.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. I crawled over and peered through the peep hole. It was Luke.

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