Chapter 35

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I don't think Paul could write the notes. he isn't capable of something like that. or is he?

I walk downstairs to see Paul and Morgan cuddling on the couch.

"What's going on here?" I ask

"Missed the bus" Morgan replies cuddling deeper into Paul's chest.

"Sure" I murmur grabbing a water and an apple an heading back upstairs.

Why does she just forgive him like that. Is he really the perfect guy. So maybe he isn't writing the letters. Or maybe he's using Morgan to get closer to me.

So many thoughts went through my mind. Then I fell asleep.

"Wake up babe" Austin yelled "your mom made dinner"

It was already 6:20. I had slept for a long time. But that's okay because I feel much better now.

Then I saw mr and mrs Hemmings sittin at the dinner table. this was gunna be great. Not!

And to make this worse I feel like I'm being watched...

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