Thirtynine
Rebecka POV: Oscar is waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. He looks up at me and smiles and I feel a little bit moore at ease. Adams arm around my waist is holding me close and I'm gratefull for the comfort it brings me. My stomach is full with butterflies and Adams other hand holds mine to prevent me from scratching my cuticles. "Hey sis." He says and kisses my forehead. "Hi." I smile at him and try not to show how nervous I am. "Don't worry, it will be great. They've really missed you and can't wait to see you." "That's not helping." Screw this, they can all see how nervous I am. No point in hiding it. "I think I have to throw up." I mumble and take a deep breath. "You rather hear that they've never thought about you and just want to go home so dad
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