Sixty Three.

Nate

It hits me hard in the chest. Making me sit up in bed. A deep rooted sickening feeling. At first I thought it was Elsa, but my connection to her had already been broken.

It could only mean one thing. Lola was dead.

Could Elsa have gone as far as to kill her? It didn’t seem likely. But nothing seems real anymore. After all, she had threatened me.

I bumble out of my room, half hoping that it was just a dream.

Making my way down the stairs, I notice the light in the office was on.

Pushing it open, I see Finn striding around, his fists lashing out at random spots along the wall.

“She’s dead.” He growls “She’s fucking dead.”

How did he know? He seemed unbothered by her when I told him I knew the truth. He acted like it wasn’t a problem that he had changed her.

“You were talking to her?” It appears that I still don’t know everything about what I signed up for.

“Of course I fucking was, you dipshit.”

“You lied to me. You told me you didn’t know she was the child you bit. Then