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He successfully piqued the curiosity I’ve been trying so hard to bury. Everyone was busy; mom was on her the computer, Emelie and Kaima were studying, dad was getting much needed sleep which leaves me in my room alone and bored. I wanted to distract myself and so I picked up my phone and opened the G****e app. I watched some videos and even saw a movie after that I got an idea. Why not ask the internet? My pulse pounded in anticipation as I typed my name in the search area. The search results came out a few seconds later with the name ‘Balogun Taiwo’ all over.’ My shoulders dropped so did my entire mood, I felt beyond disappointed. My finger clicked on images and the sight made my chest bubb

“If it’s too much.” “It’s not too much.” She meant it, mostly. There was a strange calm settling over her, the kind that came from finally understanding the shape of a story she’d been living inside without knowing its true architecture. “I want to see her. Whatever she meant to your mother, she’s part of why we’re standing here at all.” They found the plot after several minutes of walking, tucked behind a stand of cypress trees, smaller and plainer than the ornate marble monuments closer to the entrance. A single headstone, weathered but legible:

My eyes were heavy and I felt a boiling pain in my heart, just one blink a river of emotion poured out like acid burning in my heart, I hysterically wailed. "M...mama........!!!!!!!!!!!!" "N.no..no..no..no........................" Mama lay cold on the floor flooded with blood, the ghost and his gang walked past me and made their way through the door. Ten minutes later... I was still holding mama by my hand, and I was clouded with tears before one of the men in the community walked in and saw the blood on the ground. "W..what have you done?" I looked up to meet his gaze. I shook my head "n..no I didn't do anything"...

'Do you know what's going on? Before I could answer all I saw was black. No. They couldn't have. How?I snap our eyes open and call to Hetty again. 'Please be here Hetty, I can't live without you.' Nothing. I stare at the blue sky above through the leaves of the trees overhead. I start to become aware of what is around me. I hear insects. Eli called them cicadas. How did I not hear them before? Their chirps consume the air around me. I look to the left and see the flowers Carla had in her hair, only they're bigger. They hang from the branches of a tree just as they hung from her clip. I try to roll over to get up. I've never controlled Hetty's body before, it's awkward.

Assuming he didn’t screw it up. While he was sitting there with his phone in his hand, he found himself scrolling through social media pictures, looking for the hashtags that he knew pack members often used. In the half hour it took for the casserole to bake, he didn’t find any more pictures of Mercy. Part of him was glad about that, but he was also a little disappointed. He wanted to find as many clues about who she was and where she’d come from as possible.

I asked her because I'm a snoopy bitch and have to know everything but isn't the only way to find out anything . "No , well maybe, I'm not sure to be honest. " She as hesitate as she spoke. " I'm not sure what to make of this ." The frown on her face deepen as she struggled to understand whatever it was that she was reading . "Is it something we need to be worried about right now" Bianca chimed in, concerned because her mate was anxious. " What are your reading"

"I know, Dad. Don't worry, I'm coming. I just want to hear what Joshua has to say. He seems to have so much confidence in his appearance or whatever he thinks he has. I want to know, what makes you think he's even good enough to stand in front of Ivy. Joshua, do you know that even if I was not in Ivy's life, she still would never have looked at you? You're nothing close to her type, so get over yourself. Meanwhile, I have something I need to show you, Dad." Daniel took out his phone and said, "Interestingly, I thought about something a few days ago. Why would someone be so evil as to plot against a woman; my wife? Someone else has to be instigating this. That was what came to my mind. So, do

The screen flickers for a second before a single word appears in bold, black letters: FOUND. Following the word is a data packet. She taps the d******d icon, her heart starting a slow, heavy thrum in her chest. A strange excitement, dark and jagged, surges through her. This is it. The end of the hunt. The boy who killed Matteo. The image takes forever to load, the loading circle spinning like a taunt. When the pixels finally knit together, Hailey’s heart doesn't just race it hits her ribs painfully, then slows to a terrifying crawl. She stares at the screen, her vision blurring for a second.