CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

“So, what did you find out?” Quill leans forward, curiously.

“Nothing,” I shake my head. “My dad wasn’t killed. It was a suicide.”

I feel numb saying it because a part of me still can’t believe it, refuses to believe it.

“Oh, Taylor,” Beth gives me a sympathetic look and when she hugs me, I don’t reject it. “I know it’s hard.”

She’s right but there’s nothing I can do about it.

“That’s tough,” Quill sinks back into his seat. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So, now what?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Classes begin tomorrow. It’s going to be a new normal for us.”

“We have our level up tests as well,” Beth points out. “Those who clear will become Level Twos.”

“It’s not a hard test,” Quill points out. “Just physical tests. And the tests are in three months. So, we have time. Hard to believe we don’t have summer vacations though.”

I watch them talk between themselves and when they get up to head out, I decide to go on a walk by myself. I watch them leave before heading towards the waterfall.