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there's your signature behind it". Mom said with a shaky voice. My heart skipped a beat at her revelation. I asked again for confirmation. "Mom? Is it true?" 'Yes." she replied with a nod, looking at me with consideration. "Miss Williams? I don't care what you think, everything was clearly stated, we are getting married tomorrow and that is that." He said looking like it's the big deal to him. "Ana? Are you getting married to him tomorrow?" Drake asked quizzically, coming in. "Oh God, is this the only time he could arrive? This is indeed my 20th birthday celebration, so far so wonderful." I blink to ultimately allow the tears to fall, I couldn't laugh again, nothing was really funny from the

Sharon heaved a heavy sigh on the other side "Jason's mother. It was a mistake, a mistake that I always blame myself for whenever I see Jason. I find it difficult to forgive myself of that, and I understand that you wouldn't too. But Vero, I have hurt Jason enough, I can't bring myself to hurt him again... But wait, is he really? Anna's baby daddy I mean." It was Veronica's turn to heave a sigh "yes, they are both in love. Sam and I only got to know last night." "Oh my" Sharon said "but it's not wrong, I mean they are not actually related, it's true you have been taking care of him since he was a baby but we can never forget biology." "Exactly, which is why this news that is circulating is a

Where are they? ‘Dead too.’ Well damn. ‘Sucks to be us I guess,” I sign clinking my glass to his. He chuckles, ‘yeah, sucks to be us.’

"Will you be fine?" I shake my head. "That's how many times you're asking that question? I'll be fine, Sinclair. It's just a needle, nothing more and you've done this before so why are you so worried?" "I know, " he sighs, bringing our entangled hands to his lips. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable doing this. " "I am. " I assure him with a big smile before turning back to the man. "A heartbeat, please. Around the wrist with SIN below it. "

hmm something is fishy with how Nicole is blushing "Really minding tell me who the friend is...girl or a boy." "Oh lydi he's just a friend nothing more" "I know he's a friend but I think there is something going on by the way you are blushing." "Gosh lydi we are almost late for class" I checked my watch its almost time for our lectures. On our way to the class we met James. "Hi Lydia , hi Nicole" he greeted us with a smile James is a nice guy and handsome always smiling to people unlike that grumpy jerk. So we went to our class the class is noisy because today is a general class.

24 Clara Scars... The only marks visible or invisible that prove we are human. I call scars badges of honor. They are a good reminder that;you fought a battle , war , or got up after you've fallen down repeatedly. Whether you've won or lost it is mark of a true hero; cause you rose up to the challenge set before you and tried. It takes courage to try. There are two types of scars; the visible and invisible. One of the two can be dangerous. The visible scar is easily spotted and either fades over time or heals but leaves a mark.

She explained I linked all the members and begged them to agree. They all nod in agreement. We all wanted the same thing, to see our Luna better again.

The code signatures. Just as I had suspected, it was nearly identical. Lines of code that could only be made by one man, except, that man was dead. I kept going down the rabbit hole and the differences started pointing themselves out. If my heart started to feel a little better at the evidence it wasn’t him, that’s for me to know. The code signature was definitely similar, but it wasn’t the exact same thing. It was like an imitation that had been perfected over time, and to someone who wasn’t familiar with the original, they wouldn’t bat an eye and call it the same thing.

The year I was at my most starry-eyed, I gave up my chance to study overseas. Over my parents' furious objections I married my boyfriend and took in the abandoned baby he'd picked up off the side of the road. From that day on I poured everything I had into that household and into raising that child. Thirty years of it. And just when our son was grown and settled and I thought I might finally get to breathe, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The treatment cost a fortune. I was about to reassure my husband and my son that I had the money. Instead, they got angry. "What do you mean, your money? That's this family's money. This disease is a bottomless pit. You could throw everything