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Angelina’s POV

I have no problem going back to sleep right away.

Even though Lucas kept confusing me every time I talked to him, I tried to push him out of my head very hard, convincing myself that I won’t have to think about him at all in three more days, hopefully.

With a full stomach, a satisfied throat, and a very comforting warmth next to me, I slept soundly until the morning.

I woke up to very bright light coming through the windows.

I turned around from my side, expecting to see Ms. Snow beside me, but much to my surprise, I was alone on the bed, alone in the whole room for that matter.

I didn’t have a watch on my wrist and there was no clock to tell the time from.

I stayed lying there for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to think how the hell I’m going to manage my lonely, ruined life now.

I can’t ever go back to Seattle. Just like I can’t ever go back to that apartment.

I was ninety percent sure they took care of her… body. They wouldn’t leave her in the house