A Twilight Knockoff
Copyright© 2011 by Silverwolf691
Chapter 22
With my heart and plans carefully concealed, I walked into the room to set my bag next to their things by the door.
Morgan and Chadwick sat together on the couch, the contents of Morgan's leather bag spread out on the table in some pattern I couldn't fathom. As soon as the other door shut, Morgan hunched into a painful looking ball, rocking swiftly back and forth with Chadwick desperately trying to still her.
"Morgan?" I called out, concerned as I knelt across the table from the couple. I couldn't see her face, but his was even paler that usual. I watched his lips move, heard their buzz but couldn't understand what was being said. Then Morgan pitched forward, wrapping her arms tightly about him.
"Tricia," I heard her whisper, her eyes vacant, then her words came too fast for me.
I sat down on the chair that Chadwick had pulled in front of the television and watched the weatherman cheerfully declare that the skies would remain cloudy until late tonight. I saw my cell phone lying beside theirs atop Morgan's discarded bag and casually leaned over and snatched it, moving carefully.
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