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There were quite a few profiles for Marcus Knightly, but I eventually narrowed it down to a couple and sent them a private message in the hope the right one would get intouch.
I wait for the app to load and a buzz of excitement goes through me when I see a new message. I’d turned the notifications off in fear of Lucas getting to my phone first. I stare down at Marcus’ name on my screen and take a breath before openingit.
Lilly,
You’ve found the correct Marcus. What can I do foryou?
My breath catches in my throat. Not only have I found him but he hasn’t told me where togo.
“Are you okay?” Dec asks when he hears myreaction.
“Yeah, fine.” I’m not ready to tell anyone about this yet. I want to see if Marcus is willing to get in contact with Lucas, and the rest of their stories aren’t mine totell.
I quickly type a message back, giving him a little information about me in the hope it will help him to open up tome.
Dec orders us a curry and we spend the night catching up with each other. Liam and Ben don’t appear so I can only presume he’s banished them for the night. It’s great to spend some quality time together. It doesn’t happen often these days. It’s usually a phone call or a Sunday at our parents’ when I have to share him with everyoneelse.
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“Good morning, did you sleep well?”Dec asks when I appear the nextmorning.
“Yes, that bed is incredible andhuge!”
“Good. I’ve got a surprise for youtoday.”
“Ohyeah?”
“Yep. Here, have breakfast; then, we’re goingout.”
“Don’t you have towork?”
“No, Liam’s got it covered, so we’regood.”
“Where are we going?” I ask when Dec gets me in thevan.
“Can’t tell you. Actually, it’s probably best you wearthese.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at the blindfold he’s holding out forme.
“Deadly.”
I reluctantly do as I’m told. I’m not very good with secrets, which Dec knows, so I figure the quicker I do, the sooner I’ll find out what’s goingon.
The journey seems to take forever when I can’t see where I’m going. Both babies are asleep so I can’t even distract myself with theirmovements.
Eventually, the van starts to slow down as we drive onto what feels likegravel.
“Okay, we’re here. I’m coming around to getyou.”
“Can’t I take them off now we’rehere?”
“No,” he states before jumping out and slamming thedoor.
I’m directed to God knows where by Dec, who is stood behind me with his hands on myhips.
“Okay, stophere.”
“Where the hell are we?” I’m totally lost. We walked across the gravel we drove on before walking up some stairs, and now I’m stood on what I think istiles.
