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her tight. “Promise me, Jenna,” she pleaded.
    “I promise,” Jenna whispered reluctantly. She knew she wasn’t going to convince her mom to tell her anything at that moment, not while she was so frazzled.
    “Didn’t you get anything?” Jenna asked as her mom turned and headed for the kitchen.
    “No, I’m not hungry. I have a few things to take care of, I’ll be back when I finish and we can watch a movie or something.”
    Jenna shook her head and plopped down on the couch. She grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the TV on, flicking through the channels until she found one she liked. She settled back into the cushions, opened her bag of food, grabbed a couple of French fries and stuffed them in her mouth. She smiled, great as always , she thought. She finished her meal, and waited for her mom. It wasn’t long before she fell into an uneasy sleep.
    She dreamt of the two boys again. But this time she chose to go with the dark haired one. She couldn’t resist the pull of excitement that called to her. As she turned to walk his way, she glanced over her shoulder, an uneasiness growing in her stomach. Was she doing the right thing? She started to turn back when a cold sensation woke her.
    “Darn it!” she exclaimed as she saw that she spilled soda on her pants and onto the sofa. She quickly grabbed the napkins out of the bag and wiped up the spill as fast as she could. Her mom wouldn’t be happy if it stained. Seeing that she had gotten the soda off without any sign that she had ever spilled it, she threw the wrappers and cup into the bag and made her way into the kitchen. As she reached the garbage pail, she suddenly remembered what had happened that day and started to feel guilty about accepting the pendant.
    She glanced at the clock and saw it was already nine-o’clock in the evening. Had she really slept that long? She must have been more tired than she thought.
    She needed to talk to her mom about what had happened and why she was so upset. Jenna hurried down the hall towards her mother’s room. As she got close, she could hear her mom talking to someone and it sounded important. Jenna couldn’t help but be curious. She stopped right before her door, got close to the wall and crept as close as she could so she could hear the conversation.
    “What should I do?” she heard her mom say. “He must know who she really is. He gave her a pendant with an angel on it. Just like the one you described to me. It can’t be a coincidence.”
    Jenna’s heart skipped a beat. What does she mean by ‘who she really is?’ Does she mean me? Are we on the run from someone? No, that can’t be it. Mom had said ‘who she is’. If they were on the run, she would had said ‘we’ not ‘she’.
    This couldn’t be good. Her mind was racing. She needed to think before she confronted her about what she had just overheard. So she moved to the other side of the hall and made her way to her room. She slowly opened her door and closed it softly behind her so her mom wouldn’t hear.
    It wasn’t long before she heard a knock on her door. Not knowing what her mother was keeping from her she was in no mood to talk so she rolled over on her side and faced the window. She heard her door creep open and then close after a few moments. Her mom must have assumed she was asleep. When the door clicked shut, she rolled back over onto her back and started to replay everything that had happened at the flea market up until her mother’s phone conversation. After a few hours and a lot of unanswered questions, she fell into yet another uneasy sleep that was not only plagued by memories of that day but by the boys on the beach.
     

 

     
     
     
     
    JENNA woke the next morning to the creaking of the attic stairs. Wondering what her mother could be doing she climbed out of bed and opened her bedroom door just as her mom disappeared into the attic. She reappeared a few minutes later carrying a small book.
    “Good morning,