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Lailah's face seems to change radically when Kya speaks on the other end of the line. I don't know what the fuck he said, but it seems to be serious. It takes a few seconds before answering.
- What ... what are you saying, Kya?
Gigi and I looked at each other strangely. Jason tries to hear what Kya is saying.
-Where are you?- Lailah asks. Silence.- Okay, don't move, let's go right away- she murmurs before hanging up.
-What's going on?- Gigi asks, intrigued.
- Scott is alive.
Hearing those words I can't help but take a deep breath to calm myself. Kya has been missing for almost a week. We don't know where the hell she's been, or with whom, or if she's drunk or high. We can't believe it like nothing happened, because I'm not getting my hopes up about that shit. We're talking about fucking Scott.
-We have to go to the Middleton hospital- Lailah says to me with hope in her eyes.
-Lailah. He may be delusional... Scott wa
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