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| Epilogue � Isis?�� Nick said quietly, slowly opening the door.� He had given her the rest of the day and last night to be alone.�� He was worried when she hadn�t come down for school this morning. �Isis?�� He said again. He opened the door to peer in, turning the light on to see threw the darkness. �Isis�� He said again coming into the room and gasping when he realized she wasn�t there. �Oh my God.�� He whispered silently to himself.� �Isis?� Where re you?�� He shouted, franticly looking around her room, stopping when his eyes feel on an envelope laying on the pillow.�� He slowly picked it up and opened it.� Another gasp came out of his lips as he quickly sat on the bed shacking as he read the letter. Dear Dad, I�m sure by now if you are reading this that you�re realized that I'm gone. I'm sorry it happened this way.� I am truly sorry that I ruined your life and career.� And that I ruined your relationship with your mom mother and friends.� I understand your guilt for me and having to raise me.� So now I'm gong and not� your burden anymore.� Hopefully you will learn to forget I ever existed and go back to concentrate on your music career.� I can already see that music is your life.� I took the $1200 that you kept in the cooking jar on the fridge.� I'm sorry about that and I will send you money to pay you back as soon as I can.� I love you and never forget that. I am off to find my mother.�� I went threw your office and found some information on her, so I'm going to find her. I love you dad Love always, your daughter Isis Marie. Nick held the letter to himself closely as he laid on Isis�s bed, and cried. THE END *************************** Chapter 18 Table Home |
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