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too soon and closed the door behind me.
    “Thank you all so much,” she said again. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you three as my friends.”
    “Aww, shucks, Macy,” Drew said. “You’re not bad yourself.”
    “I thank what he’s trying to say is thank you, Macy. You’re a wonderful member of our crew,” Michael said.
    “And I think what he’s trying to say is thank you for being such a great friend yourself,” I said.
    All four of us burst out laughing. Macy walked over to the kitchen and pulled a vase out of a cabinet, filled it with water, and put the flowers inside. “There,” she said as she placed the vase in the middle of the counter. “They look perfect.”
    I smiled. They did look perfect. And so did Macy. She wore a green T-shirt that made her green eyes explode with color, and black yoga pants that made her just look flat-out hot . God, I was so in love with her. She really was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
    “Where’s the big sis?” Drew asked.
    “She’s out with some friends,” Macy said as she walked out of the kitchen and back toward the entryway where we were all standing. “Come into the living room, guys,” she said.
    The three of us walked into the living room, and sat down on the leather couches that were in an L-formation. A giant TV sat in the corner on top of a glass television stand.
    “Nice TV,” I said.
    Macy smiled. “Oh, thanks. Like most everything in here, it was donated.”
    “Hey, if you’ve got any extras, you can send them my way,” Drew said.
    “Didn’t you just get a new TV?” Michael asked, slightly perturbed.
    “That’s not the point.”
    Macy laughed and shook her head. “Sorry, but anything extra I donated to the Richter Relief Fund.”
    The RRF was not just a fund, but it was a charity that helped people get their lives back together after their homes and/or families were destroyed by Richter. At least, that’s what they did in theory. Since Richter was currently going full throttle, there wasn’t really a chance for recovery or “relief” just yet.
    Yet another reminder that I was the only one who was going to be able to bring about said “relief” and “recovery.”
    “What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Michael asked.
    “We haven’t even gotten to the plan for tonight,” Drew said.
    Michael rolled his eyes. “I know that, it was a little bit rhetorical, but also I like to be really organized, okay? You know that!”
    “What did you have in mind, Michael?” Macy asked before Drew could jump back in.
    “I was thinking we’d go back down to high school and volunteer there some more. I just want to still go down there, you know, even though Macy and Madeline aren’t there anymore.”
    I smiled and nodded my head. “Of course, Michael.”
    “Yeah, Michael, of course,” Macy agreed.
    Drew rolled his eyes. “And Big Mike wins the hearts of millions once again.”
    I chuckled, and Michael let out a smile.
    “Let’s get to the dinner and shitty television movies, shall we?” Drew said as he stood and clapped his hands together.
    We each grabbed a hamburger that Macy had gotten from the Burger Shack, along with a soda from the fridge. When we turned the TV on, however, my appetite instantly went away.
    The channel was on a news station, and on it was an aerial view of an abandoned Manhattan. Richter had taken some buildings and arranged them to spell REMEMBER MY FAMILY in the rubble.
    “We’re not sure whom the message from Richter is for,” the news lady said. “But speculation is rampant, and it’s obvious that we aren’t going to get a statement from Richter himself.”
    I knew exactly whom the message was for, though. It was meant for me.
    Richter was trying to tell me to remember what happened to his parents, but little did he know that it was something I was unable to forget. The public killing his family was something that was always in the back of my mind. The fact that the public would most