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photo album of her pics and stuff. She made sure to leave photos of me out
of it, though. She knew I wouldn’t have liked that.
Maybe I shouldn’t have taken the album and letters. After our mother
never showed up to the funeral, though, I just didn’t want her to have
anything of Annie’s.
But Annie gave them to her, I guess. It was her wish our mother have
those things.
If she wants the envelope back, she can have it. But she has to come and
ask.
I close the door quietly behind me and walk into my room, seeing Ryen
sitting on the bed, reading a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” she asks.
I look down at the white paper. “It’s a letter.”
She folds it up and sets it down. “Well, I didn’t read it or anything, but it
could be an offer to talk about a recording contract.” She smirks. “And
there’s several more there.” She points to the bedside table. “I didn’t read
those, either, but I was wondering if maybe they could be letters of interest,
too. I’ll bet some well-connected dudes have seen Cipher Core’s YouTube
videos and want to talk.”
They don’t want Cipher Core. They want me, and I don’t want to leave
my band.
I plop down on the bed and pull her back, tickling her. “The only things
I want to do are things that won’t take me away from you. Understand?”
She laughs, squirming and trying to stop me.
“Well, college isn’t far off!” she giggles, slapping my hands away. “I’ll
be leaving. And I looked at your band’s Facebook page. They have tour
dates up for this summer.”