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NotMyRealNameMay13, 2:51pm
@everyoneIresearchedDonaldThorpeand it turns out he’sDEAD.Hewas shot in his apartment.
TrentTMay13, 2:54pm
Whatthe fuck.Dothey think the bomber did it?
NotMyRealNameMay13, 3:03pm
Notsure but ifIwere themI’dconsider whether the bomb was related to the murder
GaiaGarrettMay13, 3:08pm
[wide eyesGIF]
ProfXMay13, 3:13pm
Whatthe hell is happening???
ConVinceDMay13, 4:42pm
Thepolice were just here with a warrant for all my .22s.Thatmust be what was used to killDonaldThorpe.I’vegot nothing to worry about but this whole thing is scaryAF
CHAPTER20
FELIX
MAY
Malcolmasking me to be with him while he read his sister’s letter had been huge, especially given how short a time we’d been together.Craig, whoMalcolmhad known longer, had handed him the letter.Malcolmcould have just opened it right there withCraig, but instead he’d sought me out and had me sit with him.Thatmeant something.Somethingthat was giving me all the feels.
Iwas kind of relieved whenMalcolmhad asked for privacy to call his sister.Ineeded some alone time to process and, let’s be honest, savor what was happening between us.
ButwhateverIwas feeling,Malcolmhad even more to deal with.Gainingeven part of his family back had to bring up a storm of emotions.
Asrocky asMarcieand my relationship was now, she’d raised me for five years after our parents passed away.Mygrandma had already been in her seventies at that point, so she couldn’t take me in.Iwould’ve been in the foster system withoutMarcie, and she’d been little more than a kid herself.Heck, maybeIneeded to be more charitable where she was concerned.She’dhad my back whenIneeded it, after all.Couldbe she’d let the bright lights of theTVindustry influence her a little too much.Buton the inside she might still be the same sisterI’dgrown up with.
Marciehad made mistakes, serious ones.ButImade some too.HadI’dgotten all judgy aboutMarciethe same wayI’dbeen judgy about the guysI’dgone out with?
Thedogs came to greet me right asIrounded the bend before the main house.Pettingthem was exactly whatIneeded.Itmight not have beenmysister who’d shown up out of the blue, but bearing witness toMalcolm’sgrief and happiness was draining just the same.
Iarrived back to the house in time for dinner.AfterI’dassured the guysMalcolmwas fine and everything was good, we trooped into the house whereJasonhad plated up an amazing meal of grilled chicken, roasted potatoes, and brussels sprouts in some kind of glaze.Beforewe ate,Willpulled out a covered dish and portioned out servings for me to take back toMalcolm.
Dinnerwas pleasant, thoughIworried aboutMalcolmthe entire time.Evenso,Ienjoyed getting to knowCraigandGregmore, andInever thoughtI’dbe in a position to say that.
Thosetwo went home about half an hour after we finished eating, taking a tired but happyLilywith them.Ithanked the guys for dinner and took the covered dish back to the guest house.
Malcolmwas hanging out on the couch,Mariposadraped across his lap.
“Hey,”Igreeted him.Ilifted the dish. “Didyou eat?”
Heshook his head, soItook the dish into the kitchen to warm it up in the microwave.
Iheard him sorting out his crutches, then the familiarcrutch-stepsound asMalcolmcame into the kitchen.Hesat at one of the barstools along the island.
“Areyou ready to talk about it?”Iasked him.Ipulled a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with water whileIwaited for his answer.
Malcolmsighed and ran his hands over his face and beard. “Idon’t know.Ihave all thesefeelings.”Isnickered to myself at his disgusted tone. “Butthey’re all jumbled up and trying to get my attention at the same time.”
