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I get out of the shower and dry off. Then I swiftly change into my leggings and a T-shirt. The smell of Seven hits me, and for a moment I frown and almost miss them. Key word: almost.
I put a brush through my hair and then throw it up in a ponytail. I brush my teeth and get the probably horrid bad breath taken care of.
Once I’m done, I head back over to the bed and grab my phone. Pulling up Google, I do a search for David Grey and of course, there are like a gazillion David Greys out there. So I tap on Instagram and search that way.
Again, a million of these people with the same name, but I can see pictures on some of these public accounts. I am scrolling through a few when I come across one that almost makes me drop my phone.
My dad’s face. Clear as day. My fucking father’s face. I click on the profile and thankfully it’s not set to private.
And what I see makes my stomach drop. It’s my father. My father! Doing things from just six hours ago! He looks more tired than I remember him.
He’s been hiding all this time. Of course he has.
There are pictures of kids and a woman. Captions of how he loves them and how they are the best. My stomach revolts.
Were we like a second family? Was Mom not really married?
Is that why he has a different name?
What the double fuck is going on?
Tears start rolling down my cheeks as I spy on my father’s secret life that we had no idea he was living. Maybe he faked his death because he couldn’t keep up with the charade anymore.
After an hour of scrolling and crying, I plug my phone in and decide to take a nap. There needs to be a lot of processing of whatever the fuck I just stumbled upon.
I have no idea how long I am passed out for, but I wake with a start when I hear something, a loud noise from the edge of the bed. I jolt upward, and my mouth drops open at who is standing in front of me.
There is no way. No fucking way.
And then hespeaks.
“Finally, you are back home. Took you long enough.” His smile widens as he grabs another snow globe from atop the TV stand. Where did those come from?
With a start, I realize I recognize some of them. They are the ones I left in storage.
He grabs one, a butterfly one, and looks at me before dropping it to the floor. It shatters on impact, sending shards everywhere. The water and glitter spills all over the floor.
My mouth dries as I try to find my words. I blink, attempting to see if this is still a dream. It is definitelynota dream. I quickly jump out of bed and shift away from him.
His eyes track my movement as I get closer to the bathroom.
“You okay, Rory?” he laughs as he breaks another globe.
“It can’t be. It can’t fucking be!” I scream.
“Oh? Why can’t it?” He tilts his head to the side mockingly.
“Because you died! You died in that car accident. You can’t be alive, Dad!” My entire body shakes in fear of the man standing before me.
“Surprise!” is all I hear him say before I feel a sharp pain in my head and everything around me turns black.
Chapter Thirty-One
XAYDEN
“Tell me you got something. Please.”I am pacing back and forth in Seven’s room and at this point wearing out a patch of his rug on his floor.
“There was a flight that leaves at six from Dallas and one that leaves at seven in Houston. Both are straight shots to Las Vegas. But we will never make those. We are going to be a couple hours behind her no matter what.” Seven shakes his head, a grimace twisting his lips.