Chapter 11

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So, I spent the night there, having gotten no answers.

The next day, I drove home, and I've taken matters into my own hands.

I bought five plane tickets, and sent out ten text messages.

It's January 5th.

It's getting near noon, and I'm nervous.

I showed the family what was in the box finally, and told Noah they were nice, but they just didn't know what I needed to know.

I'm sitting now, waiting.

We're all in the living room, waiting anxiously.

The doorbell rings.

I get up, walking over to it, opening it.

My grandparents.

I let them in, leading them to the living room.

I introduce them to everyone.

I think they know that it's not just them coming.

A few minutes later, the bell rings again.

This time, it's my Nana and Papa, my Uncle Chris and my Aunt Lynn, and then my cousin Jackson.

I let them in too, into the living room.

They stand there, silent, staring at my other grandparents.

It's so awkward.

The bell rings again.

Nervous, I open the door.

Charlotte, Chris, and Caroline.

I take a deep breath, letting her in.

She walks into the living room.

"Are you going to tell me what's in the box?" she asks.

I point to the coffee table.

She walks over, and Chris follows her.

I watch as she reads the articles.

She's silent for a long time.

"What the fuck! Brecklyn, I didn't know about this, I swear."

"I know." I say.

I pace around for a half hour.

I'm so nervous, I think I'm going to throw up.

I start to worry they're not going to show up.

My Grandma checks her phone.

"I figured you'd invite everyone you knew of, so I invited some more." She says.

I shrug, throwing my hands up.

She goes and opens the front door.

When she comes back, there's a woman that looks just like my mother, a man and an adult that's probably Charlotte's age.

Charlotte looks at me.

I shrug.

Finally, after another half hour, the doorbell rings.

I open it.

My parents stand before me, for the first time in months.

I take a deep breath.

I remind myself that Noah's here.

I open the door wider.

They come in, and I shut the door.

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