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."

understand. Or maybe I refused to. "Gone? What do you mean, gone?" I asked, trying to make sense

they're no longer

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

once-there aren't words for a pain like that. I never imagined I'd feel it twice in

its way of showing

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 hospital, the sight

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air out of me.

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

forward, but I knew I had to. This wasn't something I could avoid-it was life

never got to see them

years.

be possible they weren't really gone? Maybe they'd disappeared, hiding somewhere, like those miraculous stories you read in books. Now, standing in front of Uncle Damien and Aunt Abby, I couldn't avoid it. I had to

reached for the sheet, fear washed over

dead. It was fear of the

lifted the edge of the

Their faces were serene, as if they were