Plans

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It was saturday. The wedding guest reception that we had been working to organize meticulously was just a day away. The team had recieved a day off to cool down so we made sure everything went perfectly as planned.

I didn't tell Dad about Richard's proposal. I wasn't planning on going as a guest when I was on the organizing team. And I honestly didn't want to be in spotlight either. In this new pack, no body new who I was or where I was from and I wanted it to stay that way.

Past was not a pretty place to visit.

I had decided to spend the day with Dad, cooking our favortite meals. Just like we used to do on Dad's day off when I was little. Those were the best days.

Dad was washing vegies as I was taking out pans that we needed when my phone dinged with a message.

I glanced at it to see an unknown number and my heart sank. So far, everytime I had been contacted via unknown numbers it had always been bad news. I ignored the message without opening it and got to cooking w