Chapter Seventy Four

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Marcy looked up when a knock sounded at the door. "Come in!"

Her grandfathers came in. "Hello!"

"Hey, guys." She continued burping Riley.

Donald came forward. "We need to talk, Roadrunner."

"About what?" She was suspicious.

"About-" He didn't know how to put it delicately.

"You hurt!" Richard Allen shouted.

Marcy sighed deeply. "Grandpapa-"

"You hurt." He said much quieter and more hurt himself.

"Yeah. I hurt." She responded just as somber.

"We've got to fix that." Donald told her.

"How?"

"We want names." Po crossed his arms.

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Killing those people don't erase what happened."

"So you don't want them dead?"

She blew out a breath.

Jonathan sat next to her. "You did not deserve this."

Her nose burned and she sniffed hard. "Why can't we let the past lie?"

"Because you're running. You tried to kill yourself multiple times."

"What are you going to do? Just kill them?"

"You'll see." Po hated being weak but the fear and pain on his granddaughter's face made him want to break down.

"I need Mal."

Donald rubbed her arm. "I'm sure he's here."

"I need Ellen, too."

"She's a cute thing!"

Marcy smiled.

Donald grinned. "I could leave your Grandmom for her!"

Marcy giggled.

OF

Marcy gathered her siblings and parents in her office.

"Why are we here?" Marc was confused.

"Because we need to go to therapy." Marcy pulled out a diary.

Rose gulped, still afraid of it.

"We go to therapy, Marce." Laura told her.

"Unless he's been sneaking out, Mal hasn't gone since I've been back. The first time." Marcy turned to the current week.

Jeanette frowned at her youngest son. "Mal?"

Mal looked away. "I haven't been in a while."

"We need to do together stuff." Marcy didn't know how to ask for this.

"Group therapy?" Marc frowned. "I don't know. Talking to one person is one thing but-"

"We need to be talking to each other. That's our problem."

Judy took a deep breath and nodded. "She's right. Russell and I consent."

Russell's brows drew together.

She gave him a look.

He pouted. "I consent."

"I don't know exactly how to set it up and I definitely don't trust it but this has been too messed up for too long." Marcy said.

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