Chapter Thirteen
Kennedy
In my dreams, all I could see was my mother. It was a good dream. We were back in her garden, planting her favorite pansies and violas. We even talked for hours while sitting on her back-porch swing.
When I opened my eyes, I realized it wasn’t just a dream. The disaster that I liked to call last night’s memories came back with a vengeance. I remembered everything. How I snuck into Reed’s media room and hacked into his government files, which could’ve seriously gotten me into a lot of trouble. I betrayed his trust which really hurt deep. I couldn’t blame him if he never trusted me again. I was so eaten up with all the emotions that I never really thought of the consequences.
On the other hand, I definitely wasn’t prepared for seeing the killer at my mother’s hou
