I woke up and found myself lying on the bed. Collins was sitting on my old childhood couch, his eyes fixed on me.“You look sick.” he stated, taking in my pale skin.“I feel sick,” I said, sitting up straight. “I feel very terrible.”“Should I call a doctor?” he asked immediately, pulling his phone out of his pocket.“No,” I said quickly, waving my hand. “I will be fine.”“Okay.”“How did you get here?”“Your father called, he said I should talk sense into you, it seems you lack it.”“I don't know why he hates Michael so much. There has to be another reason why he's hellbent on ruining my happiness.”“Have you tried asking him?”“He keeps lying to me like I'm some child when I can clearly see that he's hiding something.”“How is Mr. Knox?” he asked absent-mindedly. He seemed a bit off today.“He's fine now. He's recovering fast and he's trying to figure out who could have planted the bomb.”“Wasn't it your dad?” he asked, finally giving me his full attention.“Michael doesn't believe
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