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Sierra Is Alive 47.2 EVERSON
"Just tell me who you're running from or who has hurt you. How can we help you if you don't tell me everything?" Instead of speaking, she hid her face in her hands. "Okay, let's start with why you pretended to be Jade's niece when you weren't. And just who is Emmy? I never heard about her, but the cops stated that Archer gave them that name, claiming that Emmy is your cousin.""Come on, Sierra." I urged her when she didn't say anything. She straightened her back and took another deep breath. "Why do you have to ask such probing questions?""And why do you have to lie all the time?" Because of that, she stopped and seemed so shocked by what I said. But I refused to budge. "Do you realize that if you revealed the truth from the start, we wouldn't be having this conversation?""Tell me the truth, the cops are only a phone call away—""Dammit Everson!" She abruptly stood up and turned her back on me; I sat and still remained, my ey
Sierra Is Alive 48.1 EVERSON
After Jade's death was discovered and buried a few days ago Sierra still stays here. We did nothing except accept her; it was also difficult for us to call the police behind her back. I always hold back whenever I try doing it, all I knew was I couldn't do that. I remember that I told Mom how I felt about the whole incident and how I couldn't just hand her over to the cops. Mom could understand how I feel even when I don't express it verbally; it was as if she had this deep connection with me. She then advised me that I should just do what I believe is right—but here was the problem: I was not sure if what I was doing those days were right. Because somehow I felt really dumb about the decisions I made, but I also felt fine when I carry them out. I had this instinct that I should do the right thing and contact the cops, but a part of me just says "stop," which means give her more time.But, to be honest, I was starting to admit to myself that my feelings for Sierra are the o
Sierra Is Alive 48.2 EVERSON
Before taking a seat in front of him, I placed a mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table for Archer. "Thank you," he murmured gently, smiling at me. He then sipped his hot chocolate from the mug.I just stood there watching him sip, my restless fingers drumming on my shaky lap. I'm not sure why he's here, but I just have one feeling: intense nervousness.As seen by his bright aura, he's beautifully dressed (unlike before, when he just wore whatever clothing he had in his wardrobe), and there's no hint of sadness on his face. He's only lost a little weight, but I don't believe anything sad is going on in his life right now. He looked so well, which is strange, especially since what he knew was that Sierra was dead. He should be in mourning right now, but instead he looks so gorgeous, exactly like he did when he came out of his past relationships with his exes."You haven't forgotten that this is my favorite drink." Before lowering the mug, he said, with a
Sierra Is Alive 49.1 EVERSON
Sierra remained in our home for several months after I graduated from high school. I know my behaviors were perplexing, but we had gotten to the point where we treated Sierra as if she were a member of our family. We were used to seeing her cooking in the kitchen, resting by watching TV in the living room, sleeping in my bedroom, and asking me to buy her new books. It was as if we'd become accustomed to her presence in an instant, and we'd grown so attached to her that we didn't know what we'd do if she left. Or maybe it was just me who had really become so attached to her that even when I was away, she never left my mind.Still, there weren't many days when I didn't wonder if my decision to keep her was the right one, but I also don't understand why I couldn't make her leave. Until the day arrived when I no longer questioned her absence and her entire identity. And, to be honest, after Archer left the country, I felt even better; it was as if all I wanted to do was make Sier
Sierra Is Alive 49.2 EVERSON
Three days have passed, Mom and I talked in the backyard late at night while Sierra slept in my room. Mom seemed to be thinking deeply, as if she needed to tell me something important and began the talk before I could say anything. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, son." My brows wrinkled in perplexity as she told me. "What do you mean, mom?" Mom inhaled deeply and began tapping her fingers on the table before closing her eyes. Mom didn't say anything else for about a minute. "I know you still love Sierra—" "I knew this was going to be about Sierra." I whispered it in hushed tones so no one could hear us, especially Sierra. "I thought you were finally cool with her living here with us from now on?" "I did, but I never told you that we'd keep her for the rest of our lives, and I don't recall us discussing it." Mom tutted and shook her head. "I care about Sierra, and I even treat her as if she were my own, yet we're wrong to keep her.
Sierra Is Alive 50.1 EVERSON
Dear Everson, It's difficult for me to write this letter because my hand keeps twitching and my tears won't stop falling; I don't even know where to begin because I don't know how to finish what I've started either. I'm going to make a decision that I'll live to regret: when midnight comes and you fall asleep, I'm going to leave your house. And the worst part is that I need to take some of your money—I don't want to do it, but I don't have a choice; I'm back in the scenario where everything is going to fall apart if I don't act. I can hear you talking to Aunt Mary about me tonight, and I am deeply hurt by her words. I thought Aunt Mary had finally accepted me, that she wouldn't question my existence or story any longer. I know I have no right to feel hurt when I was the one who caused you problems, but in my days of living here under your roof, I slowly began to feel the maternal bond to Aunt Mary that I didn't realize I was finding and longing to feel. It's difficult; i
Sierra Is Alive 50.2 EVERSON
"I'm not sure who Sierra McCarthy is, that name sounds familiar, but I recognize the girl with the red hair in the photo. I went to the same elementary school as her; we were first-grade classmates, to be exact, but we didn't talk much." I sighed and sank onto the sofa after hearing Yana say something on the other end of the call. After seeing the photo that Sierra left, I tried to find the other people with her in that photo on the internet and even posted it there and asked them if they recognize those faces. It wasn't simple; it took three weeks for someone to contact me to tell me about Sierra. A person who saw my post responded to it and said that she knew the little girl with the red hair in Sierra's family photos. She said that Sierra was a classmate in elementary school. "Could you perhaps tell me a little bit more about her?" I asked, my fingers feverishly drumming on the arm of the sofa. "Yana?" I called her name after she took nearly a minute to re
Sierra Is Alive 51.1 EVERSON
from: xs******@email.comAUGUST"Everson, I know it's been a long time. Guess what? I'm still alive, and I'm still hoping to see you again, but with all the complications surrounding my false death arising because of Archer's actions, people's attention is returning to me. I am content with my new life, and the last thing I want is for people to recognize who I am. I know I shouldn't have been bothering you now that you're successful and only a few months out of college, but I don't know, my fingers have their own minds. I'm still hoping you remember me, and I'm waiting to hear from you."SEPTEMBER"Back in the day, Archer and I used to hang out at this specific place every afternoon. It was known as the "Meadow Woods Library." I was the one who discovered it first, and when I learned that Archer was also interested in reading, I brought him there, and that was also the start of our friendship. We read a lot of books, and because of that, I learned a lot from him. We
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