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two What I expected next was a rebuttal — a war of words — where I could easily talk her into forgetting that nonsense, instead Samiya got up and walked to the front of the bed, where she bent and stood back up again with a green book in her hands. My hands grew clammy, and I was starting to feel Ralph’s unwelcome presence. He was the last thing I needed, right now and so, I began to take in shallow breaths, hoping that that would give some form of control back. Samiya came back to the space beside me and took a seat. In one swift movement, she opened the book to its first page, where she pointed to the ancient letters printed on the old, decaying paper.

She was in the kitchen when I came through the door, Sam at the table with his textbooks arranged in the system only he understood, both of them looking up when I came in. “Look who decided to reappear,” Sam said, not even glancing up at first. The line landed too clean to be spontaneous — he’d been saving it, polishing it, probably rehearsing it in his head like it was a presentation slide. “Glad you’re happy to see me,” I said, setting my bag down like evidence. He finally looked up, slow and deliberate. “Ah. International woman of mystery.” A pause. “Did the mystery remember to bring me something, or is this one of those ‘the experience is the gift’ situations?”

It was selfish, but Sam didn’t think she could stomach that kind of rejection from him. Sam sighed pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes and blinking back tears that threatened to fall. She looked at the open textbook opened. Sam tried to go back to reading the paragraph, but like the last five times she tried to read it, Sam still didn’t get what she was reading. Her phone came to life, vibrating loudly across the surface of the small coffee table. Sam quickly picked it up. “Hello.” “Hey, how’s my best girl?” Tabby replied. Sam smiled. “Oh fine I guess.” Sam’s gaze went back to the skyline and watching the clouds cover the setting sun.

{SAMANTHA’S POV} Samantha raced the BMW on the outskirts of Boston, Sam in the passenger seat beside her, heading along the highway towards Salem. She was increasingly annoyed at the growing difficulty in finding his dad. She’d been sure, when she’d seen those Facebook messages, when Sam had told her with such excitement that he’d been in touch with him, that this would be easy. She would just take him to his dad’s house, and from there it would be a direct path to the sword.

, She said… I can feel her tears in her voice and eyes, “ Mama miss you” “Ma… miss you too”, I replied and kissed her from the mobile and hang up my phone… Thank you, guys… special heart for you 💙💛 In the next chapter, we will see about the sam and his life… Hope you enjoy this chapter…leave the heart in the comment💙💛.

Two Weeks Later… Sam strolled around the mall, looking at the shops’ storefront display and smiling politely at the staff inviting her to come inside on a Saturday morning. She finally entered a bookstore and thanked the person, helping her with the shopping bags she is carrying. “Do you need some help with a certain book, Mrs. Cameron?” The staff then asked, knowing that she often goes there. “We have some new arrivals at the children’s section.” “Thanks. Please have a cart on standby there already. I’ll browse for a while before heading there,” Sam answered softly. She felt her phone ringing inside her bag and after walking towards the shelves, she pulled it out and saw Vanessa calling. “H

"No, you aren't fine. What's wrong? Did you throw up in the cafeteria? Did they give you some bad medicine? Maybe you have an allergic reaction." "No, it's not that. I'm..." she stops speaking and exhales loudly like she's run a marathon. "You're what? I can't speak in riddles, Sam. I can't help you if you don't let me in. Please don't keep secrets from me." "I'm pregnant," Sam says. She curls up into a little ball and cries with her head in her lap.

I closed my eyes. Sam was right about one thing… I did have my happy ending. . Goodbye for now , from your weird ass author- Jane💕

Let's go Sam is must be waiting for us" Saying this I get in my car and start driving... 🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠 Hi dear readers, How was the chapter? Enjoy and don't forget to press the like button dear...

He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive. Something about the plight of the innocent girl had affected Sam though. He identified with her on a deeper level and that released some of the nervous tension he kept bottled up. Later that night he dug the book out again and finished it by torch light. Before he recovered he’d read all three books twice over and had become an irredeemable horror fan.