"Hey, mum, isn't John coming over today?" Gemma asks.
"Yes, Gemma. Why?" Anne tells her daughter. That's funny, my father's name was John.
"I was just wondering," Gemma shrugs. "Clara and Harry are here."
"I know, I thought it would be nice for Harry to see John and for Clara to meet him," Anne says. "He's been having some problems and I think we need to be here for him."
"Who's John?" I ask. It's funny--my father's name was supposedly John. That's what mom always told me, anyway.
"A close family friend of ours," Gemma tells me. "He just got divorced because his only son died, and his wife was really depressed and blamed it all on John. It was horrible. A car accident."
"A shame, really. Andrew was such an amazing young boy," Anne tells me.
"That's terrible," I shake my head in disbelief.
"Yeah, and John was driving, too."
I stay silent and Harry grabs my hand. "We don't need to talk about this, mum," Harry says thankfully.
"You're right, sweetheart. Anyway, he's coming over tonight," Anne agrees.
"I can't wait to meet him," I smile.
"You'll love him," Gemma grins. "He's awesome."
Clara and Harry leave the room--probably to go make out in his room--and I turn to mum. "What do you think of her?"
"Clara?" mum asks.
"Yeah, Clara," I roll my eyes. "Who else?"
"I dunno. I love Clara. She's great for Harry," mum tells me. "A very sweet girl."
"I guess...But don't you ever feel like she's hiding something?" I ask.
"No, of course not," Anne shrugs. "What would she be hiding, anyway?"
"She hasn't said anything about herself this entire time except that she met Harry at a concert and then they started dating," I say pointedly.
"It just hasn't come up," she shrugs."I'll ask her at dinner, how's that?"
"Fine," I sigh. "I'm gonna to go meet Ashton, okay? Call me up when I should come back."
"Okay, Gem," mum smiles. "Have fun."
"Thanks, mum," I say before walking out the door. Our café is only a few blocks away, so I decide to walk. Don't get me wrong: I really do like Clara. I just think she's a bit...odd. Like she's hiding something. I don't know. My phone rings with Ash's ringtone and I answer immediately. "Hey, babe," I say.
"Hey, Gem. Sorry, I just couldn't wait until the café to talk to you," Ash laughs. I shake my head.
"It's okay, Ash. I probably would've called you anyway," I laugh. "I'm walking over now, where are you?"
"I'm a few minutes away. Do you want me to come pick you up?" Ash asks me.
"No, no, I'm fine," I laugh. "So I'll see you in a few minutes?"
"Okay," Ash says.
"Okay, bye, babe," I say.
"Where's Gemma, mum?" Harry asks.
"She went to go meet her boyfriend at the café."
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How would you feel if your whole world was ripped from under you, leaving you free falling? Wouldn't you want someone to catch you? When Clara Higgens's mom dies from an unknown disease, Clara has no where to turn, except to her new and unexpected f...