Chapter Twenty-Five
| emma’s pov | I placed the storybooks of Tabitha on my bed, prepared to read them all by tonight. I was surprised my mother wasn’t home yet. It was almost nine o’clock. Nonetheless, I opened all of the books to the first page. I knew that from these stories, I would know more about the two of them. I would know what happened to her. “Park,” I commented, pointing at all of the drawings. That must have been where they met. I proceeded to look at her footnotes, which was obviously written with a marker. The thickness was the same as the one that flew on my foot, confirming my suspicions. "I met him when I least expected it." I moved onto the next few pages, where Vicky said things changed. And it did. "He told me we were friends. And that was all we were." There was blood all over
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