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“Oh god…. No…” I was staring at the two cars parked outside my place; this was bad. Real bad. A white electrical and a work truck. s**t! I didn’t say a word more, getting out and not caring that Travis was getting out after me, taking the carrier along when my parents were standing outside my door, talking and looking grave enough for me to think that some had died on us, my heart started to race, was it, Mandy!? I ran the last steps in soft gravel, making them both look up like they had been caught with something they didn’t want me to hear. “Mom, Dad!?” I stopped before them when they looked at me like they didn’t expect me to just pop up from Travis's truck standing on the street, seeing that they had taken up all the parking space! “Jennifer…. We need to talk….” Mom was giving me a