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, and placed it in front of the bed. He couldn’t believe what he had seen and was starting to believe in what his sister
and mother had been telling him his whole life. Yet in the back of his mind there
was still some doubt lingering.
Arie could see a floorboard sticking slightly up where the dresser had been just a few
moments ago. She quickly moved toward it, crouched down , and pried it open with both her right and left hand. A yellow and red folder s t u ck out of the floorboard. Arie immediately picked up the folders and placed them in her purse when she heard someone
walking up the st airs. She quickly moved toward the door as Cris closed the floorboard and moved the dresser right back into place.
When Mark and Tate ent ered the room, Arie and Cris w ere looking over the portrait painted onto Grace ’s wall.
“Did I tell you Grace started paint ing this the night our father died?” Cris asked when he noticed Mark and Tate trying to sneak into the room out of the corner
of his eyes.
“No, how did your father die?” Arie asked as she traced her hands along the clouds.
“He died suddenly from liver cirrhosis a few years ago,” Cris answered as his eyes roamed the life - like photo of his father.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to will away his feeling about his father ’ s death as t hey bubbled to the surface. Cris took slow , deep calming breath s in and out , as he closed his eyes tighter.
Arie could see the struggle Cris was going through written all over his face and wanted nothing more than to help
him through it. She placed her hand in his and guided him out of the room while whispering
encouraging words to him.
“Lunch is ready , everybody , come down.” The sound of his mother’s voice drifting up the stairs quickly snapped
him out of his pity.
He didn’t want his mother to see the pain etched on his face since he knew she would
instantly know why and become sad herself. So he sucked it up and put a smile on
his face for his mother ’ s sake. He made a point to make it to his mother’s house at least three times a week
and the other days Tate and Mark went. He wanted to make sure his mother had family
around when she wasn ’ t working.
“Everyone sit down and fill your plates , ” Daya said as she sat down and filled her own plate.
As Arie slowly approached the table , she noticed it was filled with fish, corn, and black beans. By the time she sat
down , everyone else was already digging in. She was nervous she didn’t know whether to
dig in like the others or what.
Cris nudged her as Daya said, “What are you waiting for , dig in.”
That was all the encouragement Arie needed . S he didn’t want to seem rude , especially with the host telling her to dig in. As they ate , they made small talk and got to know each other. After lunch , Arie knew Daya and Chane were married at the age of nineteen and had Cris and Grace a year late r, and without a doubt knew their life was complete. Mark and Tate’s parents were killed
in a house fire when they were sixteen and thirteen the s ummer they came to live with Cris ’s family. Cris was doing everything he could to one day earn the title of Captain. And Daya, Tate,
Mark, and Cris learned Arie had no family left after her parents were killed , and that she had a bachelor’s degree in criminology but wasn’t using it at the moment.
Cris and Arie left for Arie’s home after helping Daya with the dishes and Arie promising to visit again soon.
Chapter Four
The next day, Arie and Cris sat in her father’s office with Grace’s notes spread out
across the brown wood veneer desk. Arie didn’t want to disturb her father’s chair
so she sat next to Cris on the other side of her father’s desk. Every so often, when
she lifted her head up from the notes, she would see her father sitting there taking
a business call. She felt the urge to reach out quite a few times at the image of
her
and mother had been telling him his whole life. Yet in the back of his mind there
was still some doubt lingering.
Arie could see a floorboard sticking slightly up where the dresser had been just a few
moments ago. She quickly moved toward it, crouched down , and pried it open with both her right and left hand. A yellow and red folder s t u ck out of the floorboard. Arie immediately picked up the folders and placed them in her purse when she heard someone
walking up the st airs. She quickly moved toward the door as Cris closed the floorboard and moved the dresser right back into place.
When Mark and Tate ent ered the room, Arie and Cris w ere looking over the portrait painted onto Grace ’s wall.
“Did I tell you Grace started paint ing this the night our father died?” Cris asked when he noticed Mark and Tate trying to sneak into the room out of the corner
of his eyes.
“No, how did your father die?” Arie asked as she traced her hands along the clouds.
“He died suddenly from liver cirrhosis a few years ago,” Cris answered as his eyes roamed the life - like photo of his father.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to will away his feeling about his father ’ s death as t hey bubbled to the surface. Cris took slow , deep calming breath s in and out , as he closed his eyes tighter.
Arie could see the struggle Cris was going through written all over his face and wanted nothing more than to help
him through it. She placed her hand in his and guided him out of the room while whispering
encouraging words to him.
“Lunch is ready , everybody , come down.” The sound of his mother’s voice drifting up the stairs quickly snapped
him out of his pity.
He didn’t want his mother to see the pain etched on his face since he knew she would
instantly know why and become sad herself. So he sucked it up and put a smile on
his face for his mother ’ s sake. He made a point to make it to his mother’s house at least three times a week
and the other days Tate and Mark went. He wanted to make sure his mother had family
around when she wasn ’ t working.
“Everyone sit down and fill your plates , ” Daya said as she sat down and filled her own plate.
As Arie slowly approached the table , she noticed it was filled with fish, corn, and black beans. By the time she sat
down , everyone else was already digging in. She was nervous she didn’t know whether to
dig in like the others or what.
Cris nudged her as Daya said, “What are you waiting for , dig in.”
That was all the encouragement Arie needed . S he didn’t want to seem rude , especially with the host telling her to dig in. As they ate , they made small talk and got to know each other. After lunch , Arie knew Daya and Chane were married at the age of nineteen and had Cris and Grace a year late r, and without a doubt knew their life was complete. Mark and Tate’s parents were killed
in a house fire when they were sixteen and thirteen the s ummer they came to live with Cris ’s family. Cris was doing everything he could to one day earn the title of Captain. And Daya, Tate,
Mark, and Cris learned Arie had no family left after her parents were killed , and that she had a bachelor’s degree in criminology but wasn’t using it at the moment.
Cris and Arie left for Arie’s home after helping Daya with the dishes and Arie promising to visit again soon.
Chapter Four
The next day, Arie and Cris sat in her father’s office with Grace’s notes spread out
across the brown wood veneer desk. Arie didn’t want to disturb her father’s chair
so she sat next to Cris on the other side of her father’s desk. Every so often, when
she lifted her head up from the notes, she would see her father sitting there taking
a business call. She felt the urge to reach out quite a few times at the image of
her
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