"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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I never liked to consider myself as a nail-biter, but here I was, chewing my nails as if that was my only source of food. My gaze was fixated on the television screen in front of me and my legs rests on my mom's lap who was watching her show.
"Stop biting your nails, Val," mother's voice made me stop my current action but that didn't stop the agitation I was feeling. Eventually, I started fidgeting with my thumbs. "Valerie!"
"What?" I looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Will you stop torturing your fingers? What has gotten into you?" She asked.
"Derek and I are going to meet Sarah Malone. I'm just nervous, I guess," I replied.
"Is she part of the investigation?"
"Yes. Supposedly, Rosalind used to have her sessions with Sarah," I answered.
"You can stop being such a nerve wreck. You're gonna do great. Now, let me watch the show my show in peace. You're distracting me," I let out a small laugh and rested my head on the hand rest of the couch, resting my eyes.
I small tap on my forehead made me open my left eye to check who it was and I saw Blake's face smiling at me.
"Dude!" I jerked up from the couch. "That was- don't ever do that again."
He laughed and I just smacked him again. "Why haven't you left?"
"Derek's running late. He should be here any minute now."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, revealing Derek on the other side of the door.
"You ready?"
"I was ready an hour ago, now I'm just desperate to leave," I muttered and was about to leave, but Blake held my hand, stopping me. I looked up at his serious look masked his previously fun personality. "What's wrong?"
"Do you trust me with Jordan? Because if you don't, I can switch with Kelly and I'm sure she'll understand," he asked.
"Jordan and Brianna interrogating a possible innocent person together? Absolutely not happening," I scoffed.
"But after I tol-"
"I trust you, Blake."
His lips tugged upwards in one of his rare smiled and I planted a small peck on his cheek. Blake has been honest with me and shared one of his insecurities with me, it was about time I told him that I did trust him and I would never doubt him.
