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Chapter 0347
“Morning,” I greet, standing at the kitchen entrance.
Gunner rushes and hugs his father while telling him about the wonderful time he and Noah had at our
house.
“Good Morning, Ava.”
I chuckle. He was trying to multitask. He was attending to me while listening to his son and still trying to
do his work.
“Is this too early?” I ask him. “I can go back with him so that you can finish your work without
interruption”
“No, it’s okay, but thank you. I’m almost done,” he replies. “Plus, today is Sunday; we have a thing on
Sundays.”
I smile and nod. I was just about to excuse myself when the house next door caught my attention
again. Calvin’s kitchen was facing the house’s backyard.
“Calvin?” I call, and he looks up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Yeah?”
“Whose house is that? I don’t understand why I’m drawn to it”
He twists his neck and looks behind him to where I was pointing. Then he turns again to face me.
“Oh, that’s your house, Ava.”
I stand there, rooted. My house? How can that be? But then again, didn’t Rowan tell me we had
separated for some time? If so, maybe this is where I was probably staying.
“Is everything okay?” he inquires with concern.
I shift my eyes to his face. “I would like to take a look; who has the keys?”
He studied me for a while, as if he were trying to unravel something. My eyes keep shifting from him to
the house. I don’t know why it has a grip on me or why the need to go in there is consuming.
“I have a spare key. You gave it to me before your accident.” He stands up and, in a drawer, retrieves a
single key.
“Thank you,” I whisper once he places it on my palm.
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I walk out robotically after letting him know that I’d be by to say goodbye to him and Gunner once I was
done.
I get there in a blur, and I open the door. It was dusty, but tolerable. I close the door behind me and
begin walking. Nothing rings a bell as I walk through the house, but for some reason my mind knew
exactly where it wanted to lead me.
I find myself in what I assume is my bedroom. It was big, spacious, and decorated in the style that I
love. I immediately started going through things, trying to get a hint of who I had been before my
accident.
There were still clothes and shoes in the closet. All of them are modern and in my style. Next, I went to
the drawers and searched through all the things, which reinforced that this was indeed where I lived,
and by the looks of it, I had lived
here for months.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI was about to give up because I had yet to find any useful information when I got to the last drawer.
Opening it, I found a document. I quickly took it and opened the folder. O
The words DIVORCED greeted me.
What the actual hell?
I scan the papers, and that’s when it hits me. Rowan and I were divorced. We weren’t separated, like
he’d told me. He’d lied to me. 2
Swaying, I started feeling dizzy as the words DIVORCED kept playing in my mind. The papers slip
through my hands as a memory takes hold. It was the day I went to give him the finalized documents of
our divorce.
The memory doesn’t stop there; it’s like that one word triggered the crack in the wall that held my
memories back. The crack gets bigger and bigger as pain like no other attacks me. Years and years of
memory flood my brain as the pain
intensifies.
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Finally, the wall breaks, leaving a crumbled mess, and I… I lose myself to the darkness.
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