Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

Ryan's point of view

Chelsey and I walked around the ground floor, looking into corners and shining our flashlights at crates. She was close beside me, her arm wrapped around my arm, her head on my shoulder. I whistled to keep the creepiness of the dark warehouse away.

"Ryan?" She asked.

"Yep?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

I stopped and turned to look at her. "You can ask me anything."

She blushed. "Do you... Do you want to get... To get a dog?"

I froze. "Wow, Chelse, that's a huge commitment."

"I know nevermind, I was being stupid..." She turned away, but I caught her by the face and turned her toward me.

"I would love to get a dog with you, Chelse."

We continued to walk, discussing names and hours we would spend in the dog park together. Then I heard a crash.

"Chelse, look out," I shouted, pushing her away. I felt something hit my head.

"Ryan!" A voice said. I looked up. A woman was standing over me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She looked scared. "Ryan, it's me. Chelse?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I... I don't remember you."

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