Brendon
I wake up in a place that does not belong to me. It’s a familiar living room, but not the bedroom I’m used to waking up in. It doesn’t take long for the realization to set in. I smile at the memory of talking to Kamaria all night. I had linked someone to bring us dinner, and we sat here reminiscing and catching up on everything that has happened to us in the last six years. Stephen and Summer hadn’t reemerged from their room since I got here. I had linked them that I had put food outside their door. Hearing the door open and close shortly after was the only evidence I had that they were still in the house.
I look down at the most gorgeous sight. Kamaria is sleeping on my chest. Her hair still pulled back in the neat bun from the funeral, but now it’s slightly disheveled, her cur
