My parents sat together on the couch, sobbing, while I paced endlessly around the house, unsure of what to do. Christie needed me. I had to go after her. But if I did, would that increase the chances that Lia would kill her? What was going to happen if I found them? I had no weapons. I couldn’t face my crazy sister head on with a gun. All I wanted was to grab Christie and bring her back safe and sound. I wanted her back in my arms again. There’s nothing more I’ve ever wanted, not ever. The police started asking my mother questions, but when it became clear that she was too upset to get a word out of, they turned to me. I told them everything I knew, except for the part about Faith. “I suggest that you go to the hospital,” the cop said when we were done. “You’re going to need to be checked out, just in case.” “Forget the hospital. I’m coming to look for her with you,” I said.
What do You think about These Starcrossed Lives Of Ours?
