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Chapter 100: Grief

I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her real name was Grief. – C. S. Lewis

It was Friday, and Dean was still in JD’s bed, refusing to get up. Once a day, he made her get up and take a shower. So far all she had done was sit in the bottom of the large shower and cry. Each day during her shower, JD changed the sheets and got her fresh pajamas from her room.

JD took the tray to the kitchen with the remnants of their breakfast on it. He looked at the princess in the kitchen. She was tall, probably close to six feet, so he knew she was a Reese. But he wasn’t sure which one. Or if she was a sister or niece. No wonder Reese simply called them all princesses.

“Amelia.” She supplied at seeing his confused look. “Gina’s my mom. Does that help?”

“Yes, but I’m going to go ahead and apologize, I will probably forget again.” He admitted.

“Princess works.” She smiled. “I’m pretty sure that O has a spreadsheet to keep all of us straight. If he doesn’t, he probably should.”

“I might do
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