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No one spoke for what felt like ages. Finally, feeling like she had aged ten years from the stress and another twenty from guilt, Cindy looked up at Kristoff only to find him with his eyes focused on his phone’s screen. “What are w… what am I going to do now?” “I don’t know, Coleman, but we have to figure something out, and soon. And before you say something, think about it twice, because I don’t want to hear anything that sounds like you had better stayed dead.” He warns. “So you do believe me.” She whispers faintly. “I never said I didn’t.” And that was true, he never said he didn’t. In fact, Kristoff believed Cindy from the first moment she told him the whole story. Mexican witchcraft and all. “But like I said, we need to figure something out fast, because your father just appointed