Chapter 59

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George's POV

I'm on my way to meet with a realtor. It's the same person who sold all of us our first houses.

Kara is still in her coma. She's been in it for about five days now. Nearly every waking moment I spend either at Kara's bedside or with my baby, holding her, showing her all sorts of things(my guitar, her mother, the hospital building), introducing her to everyone - even though I know she won't remember any of this stuff.

Cynthia and Maureen offered to stay at the hospital so that I could go meet with the realtor.

He takes me to far houses - about three hours outside of Liverpool. I find one I like and I decide to go right ahead and buy it. I considered waiting for Kara but I know she'd tell me that I just should have bought it.

When I sign the papers that afternoon, I call Brian and tell him. He thinks it's a great idea. He tells me he'll call a moving company for me. It's a cousin of his or something - someone very trustworthy. I thank him and hang up. I dial the lads and tell them. They agree to meet at my old house to help box things up.

We are surprisingly fast at boxing because when the moving company finally arrives, we are nearly done. They load up the furniture first before taking the boxes. By the time all of the trucks are loaded, the sun is setting. I tell the movers they can wait until tomorrow to drive over and unload but they say they don't mind.

"It'd be smarter for you to be as secret as possible with this." Brian's cousin says.

Paul agrees with him.

All the lads get into my car and the movers follow behind as I drive to the new house. I grip the wheel tightly all the way, hoping everything is okay at the hospital.

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We help the movers unpack. I just have them leave things wherever, I'll adjust at some later point.

We are about halfway through when John walks in and pulls me aside.

"Cyn just called." He says quietly.

My heart speeds.

"She says you should get down there. I don't know anything more than that. Don't worry, the lads and I will finish up here and pay the movers. We'll take care of everything. Just go." He gives me a push and I run out the doors, jump in my car, crank the engine and speed away.

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