Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 280

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1 froze, completely stunned.

I knew Aunt Abby's condition had been critical if she'd passed, I could've braced myself for it. But Uncle Damien? He'd been fine. How could he be gone, just like that?

"H-how did my uncle... what happened?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"It's better if you come here. We'll explain everything," the nurse said before hanging up abruptly.

I stared at the phone for a long moment, struggling to process the call. The initial shock gave way to a growing wave of unease, one that dragged me back to the day I lost my parents.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day had been so sunny, so perfect, it felt almost cruel. My teacher was mid-lesson when the homeroom teacher came in, whispered, something, and pulled me out of class. Standing outside was Matthew.

The moment he saw me, he wrapped me in a hug and said softly, "Keira, you still have us from now on.

Even as a kid, I knew something was wrong. "Mr. Johnston, what happened?"

His eyes filled with tears as he looked at me. "Your parents... they're gone."

do you mean, gone?" I asked,

head. "Gone means they're no longer here. It means... you'll never see

my head around it. "Not even one of them?" I asked, my voice trembling, barely a whisper. Instead of answering, he

both parents at once-there aren't words for a pain like that. I never imagined I'd

way of showing me its

and Aunt Abby weren't close to me-honestly, we'd never even had a proper meal together-they were still family. And losing them so suddenly still hit hard. When I arrived at the

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air out of me.

please confirm their identities, and then we'll explain what happened,"

to step forward, but I knew I had

parents passed, I never got to see them one last time, and that

years.

bodies, could it be possible they weren't really gone? Maybe they'd disappeared, hiding somewhere, like those miraculous stories you read in books. Now, standing in

sheet, fear washed over me, stronger than anything

the dead. It was

as I lifted the

Abby. Their faces were serene, as if they