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Eight

Eight

- Hannah's POV –

“Sweetie, it’s almost 7 am. Why aren't you dressed yet?” I heard my mother's soft voice.

I turned my head halfway to see her worried face, walking towards me. I grab my milk from the small table in front of me and take a sip.

I was sitting on the couch of our living room. Completely lost in my thoughts. I don't know why I had this heavy feeling after King invited me to his house. His grandfather's reaction keeps on crossing in my mind. It feels weird to me that he knew my mother and Veronica? He called me Veronica back there. Does he mean my Grandma Veronica?

After sipping my milk, I put it back on the table. I looked down as I pressed my palms together. I felt my mother sat next to me and I could also feel her eyes staring at me. But I didn't bother to look at her. I was drowned in my thoughts.

“Penny of thoughts, sweetie?” Her voice was so calming and soft but behind that I could sense her concern.

I swallowed as I took the courage to open up to her, “Mom, do
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