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Chapter 43

I stood inside of my old house, years before we had ever decided to leave. It was a year after my Dad had died, making me nine years old. The deep navy sofa was still old and lumpy, but newer than I remembered seeing it. There were no lipstick stains from Alyssa and I, or small tears from the time I brought a stray kitten home. My nine-year-old self sat on the couch, bare toes almost reaching the floor. I had a bowl of popcorn in my hands, smiling at the television as some colorful movie played. Dim light from the moon peered through the sheer curtains in the living room. While I recognized this as one of mine and Mom's frequent movie nights, I had no recollection of this particular memory.

Mom came downstairs, and my breath hitched as I ran my eyes over her smiling face. She was so close, close enough to touch and yet I couldn't bring myself to move. I traced every line and curve with my eyes, committing her face to memory. Her kind eyes and wide smile, the way she'd always

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Mere Jacobs
Could she be the next Queen. Micah is of that kingdom.
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Bella Jersey
Sorry he’s still in jerkville. No I’m not telling you anything and I’m gone. Thank you for taking care of me
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Nicole Smith
I’m wondering if Rae is a hybrid what do you think? Do you think she’s more than just a werewolf and with her mother being dead and has a lot of secrets and no letter explaining what Rae is?
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