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As my panic heightens, I suddenly think of checking Blakeâs car, which is still parked in the driveway. Maybe I can just check inside and see for myself. Maybe it isnât too late. Iâll just sneak a peek and see if itâs there. Go, Milly! Go now!
I unlock my door, swinging it open, race downstairs and head out the back way. I look around to see if Blake is anywhere, but I donât see him, so I go straight to his car. Standing beside the passenger side door, I peek inside the glass and see nothing but the black car mats on the floor. Quickly, I try to open the door to see if itâs under the seat. Damn! Itâs locked.
Okay donât panic, Iâll just simply ask him. Now where is he? In the garden, behind the gate, Amelia says to me.
I go to the backyard and through the orchard of trees to the ivy-covered wall where the gate is. I havenât been this far from the house before. I take a look again to see if anyoneâs around. No one. Iâm really upset with myself and I canât even repeat the swear words that Ameliaâs saying in my head right now. Sheâs ballistic at this point. And I canât calm her down. Itâs all my fault too. I canât believe I was so careless.
As I open the gate, I am surprised at what I see. Huge cement statues are everywhere, so that it almost looks like a graveyardâwho knows, maybe it is. It gives me an eerie feeling, like I shouldnât be here. But I am intrigued by all the beautiful greenery. Thereâs lime-green ivy dripping on the six-foot concrete walls and a fountain in the middle with a statue of a small child spouting out water through a fingertip. Magnolia petals float on the surface of the foot-deep water.
I look around, charmed by the thick wildflowers growing around a marble woman with huge wings that practically cover her from head to toe. She stands under the blooming magnolia tree. Her eyes are staring down into the ground as if sheâs praying to something under the soft bed of moss at her feet. I take a closer look and see that itâs a flat headstone sheâs looking at, embedded in the grass.
I bend down to uncover the wording, tearing away some of the dry weeds. To my beloved â¦it reads. I canât make out the rest.
I pull aside the remaining leaves and debris. To my beloved A. Livingstone.
It must stand for my grandmother, Adeline. For a moment I envision her body all rotted in the ground. I just wish Iâd had the chance to meet her when she was alive.
I stand there for several minutes, reminiscing about my own mother again, until I see a green flickering light coming from the other side of the garden. Itâs coming from inside the fountain, so I walk over to see what it is.
Underneath the rippling water, I see all kinds of coins. And I see something green reflecting the bright afternoon sunlight.
I look around for Blake but I donât see him anywhere. Iâm screwed if I canât get the journal.
My frustration rises as I hear Amelia whispering, Milly I need it again, the release, I canât take this anymore. I know what she wants. But I donât want to do it for her.
I take a seat on the edge of the fountain, looking again at the flickering green. What is it? Take it, Milly. Take it for me, she says.
Even though Iâve tried to resist Ameliaâs obsessive compulsions, I give in, dipping my hand in the water and touching whatever is causing the green flickering. Ouch! Instantly, I take my hand out, looking at the prick on my finger. Itâs a piece of glass. Without hesitation, I dive my hand back in and fish it out of the water. I then hold the shard up to the sun and watch the light dance on the ground like a green butterfly. Again, without a thought in my mind, I open the palm of my right hand and slice the shard across it with my left. I watch the blood trickle down and into the fountain. The drops explode in the water as if
As my panic heightens, I suddenly think of checking Blakeâs car, which is still parked in the driveway. Maybe I can just check inside and see for myself. Maybe it isnât too late. Iâll just sneak a peek and see if itâs there. Go, Milly! Go now!
I unlock my door, swinging it open, race downstairs and head out the back way. I look around to see if Blake is anywhere, but I donât see him, so I go straight to his car. Standing beside the passenger side door, I peek inside the glass and see nothing but the black car mats on the floor. Quickly, I try to open the door to see if itâs under the seat. Damn! Itâs locked.
Okay donât panic, Iâll just simply ask him. Now where is he? In the garden, behind the gate, Amelia says to me.
I go to the backyard and through the orchard of trees to the ivy-covered wall where the gate is. I havenât been this far from the house before. I take a look again to see if anyoneâs around. No one. Iâm really upset with myself and I canât even repeat the swear words that Ameliaâs saying in my head right now. Sheâs ballistic at this point. And I canât calm her down. Itâs all my fault too. I canât believe I was so careless.
As I open the gate, I am surprised at what I see. Huge cement statues are everywhere, so that it almost looks like a graveyardâwho knows, maybe it is. It gives me an eerie feeling, like I shouldnât be here. But I am intrigued by all the beautiful greenery. Thereâs lime-green ivy dripping on the six-foot concrete walls and a fountain in the middle with a statue of a small child spouting out water through a fingertip. Magnolia petals float on the surface of the foot-deep water.
I look around, charmed by the thick wildflowers growing around a marble woman with huge wings that practically cover her from head to toe. She stands under the blooming magnolia tree. Her eyes are staring down into the ground as if sheâs praying to something under the soft bed of moss at her feet. I take a closer look and see that itâs a flat headstone sheâs looking at, embedded in the grass.
I bend down to uncover the wording, tearing away some of the dry weeds. To my beloved â¦it reads. I canât make out the rest.
I pull aside the remaining leaves and debris. To my beloved A. Livingstone.
It must stand for my grandmother, Adeline. For a moment I envision her body all rotted in the ground. I just wish Iâd had the chance to meet her when she was alive.
I stand there for several minutes, reminiscing about my own mother again, until I see a green flickering light coming from the other side of the garden. Itâs coming from inside the fountain, so I walk over to see what it is.
Underneath the rippling water, I see all kinds of coins. And I see something green reflecting the bright afternoon sunlight.
I look around for Blake but I donât see him anywhere. Iâm screwed if I canât get the journal.
My frustration rises as I hear Amelia whispering, Milly I need it again, the release, I canât take this anymore. I know what she wants. But I donât want to do it for her.
I take a seat on the edge of the fountain, looking again at the flickering green. What is it? Take it, Milly. Take it for me, she says.
Even though Iâve tried to resist Ameliaâs obsessive compulsions, I give in, dipping my hand in the water and touching whatever is causing the green flickering. Ouch! Instantly, I take my hand out, looking at the prick on my finger. Itâs a piece of glass. Without hesitation, I dive my hand back in and fish it out of the water. I then hold the shard up to the sun and watch the light dance on the ground like a green butterfly. Again, without a thought in my mind, I open the palm of my right hand and slice the shard across it with my left. I watch the blood trickle down and into the fountain. The drops explode in the water as if
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