Chelsea "Chelsea we need to talk to you," my dad said as we are our lunch in the restaurant overlooking the beach. "Are you getting divorced?" God, no Chelsea," he assured me quickly and took hold of my mum's hand for emphasis. My mum smiled at me but I could see the tears building in her eyes. "Then what?" I asked. Slowly getting irritated, my dad slowly leaned back on his chair. "Your mum has been upset with my job, Chelsea, not with me." I was completely confused, until he said, "They are transferring me back to Oslo, Chelsea. The company has hit a glitch there and I'm being sent back to fix it." "How long for?" I asked. "When will you be back?" My dad ran his hand through his thick short blonde hair, just the way I did. "Here's the thing, Chelsea," he said carefully. "It could be years. It could be months." He sighed. "Realistically, anything from one to three years." My eyes widened, "You're leaving us here in Georgia for that long?" My mum reached out her hand and covered
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