43. My mother

Lucy.

It's been a week since Christian's brother came back home

Everything was moving quite well. I was getting used to him. He was such a nice kid and wouldn't stop telling me about the things he had seen in the hospital, how people die everyday; those that even before they could attend to them would give up the ghost.

I was presently in his room to give him his food.

Christian's house was quite big and even if ten people come there, they will have a spare room for themselves.

Kevin was sitting on the gray sofa in front of his bed as I walk over to him with the food that I hard served in a tray. I placed the tray on the table in front of him.

"You are a very nice girl. I don't know why my brother hasn't said anything concerning you yet. You are not all those his artificial girls he used to bring home. The other one who left him for his best friend. How do they even call her again..." he tapped his index finger against his forehead. "

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