Chapter Seventeen

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Annalise left two weeks later. She and Aunt Susan had argued about it over and over again. Aunt Susan kept saying that she wasn't well enough to move and would just tear this family apart even more. Annalise said she was fine and that it would be better for all of us if she moved away with Jack. I agreed with Aunt Susan, for once.

I kept crying and crying in my pillow after she left. After all, she was my sister, and I missed her terribly.

An empty hole seemed to fill the house, swallowing up any hope of discovering my true past, of what actually happened to my father. Why now? Why was everyone leaving?

Margaret came to check on me several times. "Honey, are you okay?" I nodded. I was just sitting in my room and staring out the window. "I think you'll feel better with these." She handed me a pen paper.

For a long time I just stared at them. Part of me wanted to write, but I just...couldn't.

Eventually, I picked up the pen and started writing about Mother and Father and Annalise. Scribbling it out, I sighed. All the words blurred together. I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't write anymore.

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