Don't read for your own good lawlz. On my way to my bedroom, I passed by my Mother’s door. I gripped the handle tightly, and I slowly turned it. The door creaked as I slowly opened it. I closed my eyes as the door opened to a full. I opened my eyes, and scanned them over the disaster room. Her bed was a mess, and glass was shattered. The potted plant she had was broken and dirt was strown everywhere. She had a pile of dirty laundry in the corner, and there was blood spots on the floor, but not enough to scream murder. She wasn’t dead. My mother was not dead. Valeri's mother is missing, and nobody can find her, nobody expect for a charming young man who goes by Alexander. Will this man bring her trouble, can she trust him? As they search for her, will their relationship grow? What's his secret? What's her secret?
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