Chapter twenty-three: See you soon

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Jane's P.O.V 

        One year later

        It's been three years since I jumped off the cliff. 

        It's been it's been two years since I woke up on the beach.

        It's been two years since we all left Zenus. 

        It's been four months since I moved in with Henry. 

        And it's been three weeks since I found out I was pregnant with our child.

        Right now we sit on my parents' couch, Dad thought it would be nice to throw a barbecue today. Everyone's here, Austin, Oliver, Will and Sophia, Henry and me, Simon, and Anne, Henry's mom.

        We all sit in the living room--except for Dad and Will--talking about what's happened in thte last two months. Henry got a new job at a construction site in town, I would but I can't. Some people still think I'm dead. Will and Sophia have a four month old daughter, Monica. She's beautiful. 

        "So Jane," Mom says. "Have you guys decided on names yet?"         

        'Actually we have," Henry tells them. 

        "If it's a boy then Adam," I say.

        "And if it's a girl Nina." Henry says.

        "Those are wonderful names," Sophia says. The baby monitor goes off and Monica starts crying. Sophia gets up and goes upstairs to my old room, where Monica sleeps. 

        "Food's ready!" Dad calls from outside. 

        We all go to the backyard and sit at the picnic table, Sophia comes out with Monica in her arms. She has Will's sea geen eyes and Sophia's blond hair. We begin to eat and the boys start telling jokes. Then Austin asks, "How are your new powers Henry?"

        "Great actually," he says. "Jane helps me try and control it."

        "That's good," Mom says and we continue eating. 

        Close to 6 we hear the door bell ring. "I'll get it," Dad says. 

        He goes inside and in no time is back and he's holding a picture in his hand. He looks angry. I get up and take the letter from him and my eyes grow wide. In the picture is alll of us sitting at the picnic table. I look on the back and read the words I wish I never had to:

        I'll see you all real soon.

        Eddy

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