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“Molly?” Justin asks, knocking the bedroom door. After a few moments, he knocks again and enters inside, “Molly, are you up yet?” Molly rolls over to her side, her eyes still closed, “What time is it?” She mumbles. “Nine. Al and I made breakfast… do you want me to bring it up here or are you going to come down?” “I’m not hungry.” Sighing, Justin sits down on the bed, “Moll, you barely ate dinner last night.” “I’m not hungry.” “Humor me then.” Groaning, she kicks the sheets off herself and looks at her brother with a frown on her face. Justin can’t help but laugh, “Good morning to you.” Yawning, she stretches out before sitting up, “What’s the plan for today?” “Well, Al is going to call his wife who happens to be a lawyer. And she’s going to help us claim our money… and after that, we can do some house shopping.” “You want to leave?” “You don’t?” Justin questions. She shrugs, “It’s just… well, we just got here.” Justin bites his lower lip. How could he tell his twelve year old sister that they weren’t wanted here? “I think the sooner we start our own life the better.” “Own life,” she repeats, bringing her knees to her chest. “Hey,” he begins, patting her knee, “Our own life together. You and me: Team Taylor.” She forces a smile, nodding. “We can live anywhere you want. I mean it. France, Belgium, England, Iceland even… wherever you want, we can go.” “Really?” Molly asks, tilting her head to one side. He nods again, “Absolutely, Moll.” He continues to smile, trying to be an enthusiastic as possible, “The world is our oyster.” She laughs softly. “Okay…” Standing up, Justin pulls her out of bed, “Come on, get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. We can go to the town market and check out some bookstores.” “Okay, okay,” she says, still smiling, “let me just wash up.” Justin smiles, he was going to make this work. Everything was going to be fine. He exhales slowly and heads to his own room. Picking up his sketchbook, he opens it to the first page to see Brian’s face stare back at him. “Hey,” he whispers, “I’m going to be okay, Bri. You take care of yourself…” Touching the sketch, he feels the tears begin to form in his eyes as he mouths “I love you.” Closing the book, he turns it over and puts it back on the desk before leaving the room. The thought of starting a new life without Brian hurt like he never imagined… but it was for the best. Brian was probably having the time of his life right now… Justin figures that Brian hasn't even noticed that he's gone. ------------------------------------------------------------ okay, I have so much more I want to write, but I feel a migrane coming on.... I'll try to write the rest tomorrow.... sorry for the short chapters!!