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Talking to Eric was useless, I wish I knew before spending the last two hours with him. He kept stringing me on, bringing up clues at one point, just for me to find out he was only trash talking all along. I was enraged. I could feel my blood boiling so much, it was a miracle my skin was still intact.

"Remind me why you're here again?" I could hear the sarcasm clearly in his voice. He was perched at the foot of his bed while I stood by the door, the distance between us feeling do small. " I think you might have to jog my memory again."

"Who are Noah's parents?" I was sure I'd repeated that question a million times since I was here. I guess it was a little sacrifice if I wanted to get any answers. " Specifically, his mum. Who was she?"

"Was." He smiled, quoting me. There was nothing sweet or normal about the smile he gave. I had no idea if it was me, but the way his lips curled up looked bitter, and even had a pinch of sinister attached to it. " You talk about her like she's dead. Is t