Chapter 1743

In her bedroom, a dark green dress sat in a gift box.

Debra pulled it out, held it up to the mirror, and muttered, "It's just a family dinner. Why is everyone so serious?"

Still, for Gael's sake, she changed into it.

A bit later, she checked herself out in the mirror. Same pretty face as always.

But even though it was her reflection, she felt like another version of herself was hiding inside, like it was trying to tell her she needed to figure out something.

She touched the mirror and whispered, "I don't know who you are, but this is my home. My parents are here. I have people who I love and who love me. I don't like your memories. But growing up, Andrew and my parents taught me to help others. If you've got some unfinished business, I can help. Just don't hurt my family, okay?"

Something was off today. She could feel another person inside her, and that person's memories had messed with her actions.

Ghosts were the only explanation she could think of. She just hoped it was a kind one who wouldn't harm the people she cared about.

Night fell.

Jordan's car pulled up at the Houston Mansion.

Debra stepped out, arm-in-arm with her parents. She scanned the place, curious.

She couldn't remember ever coming here, but something about it felt familiar. She spotted familiar faces from the four families, but Andrew was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Andrew? Why isn't he here?" she asked.

"Weird. He should've been here ages ago," Jordan said, glancing at his watch.

They'd agreed to meet at six, but he still hadn't shown up.

"I'll give him a nudge. Don't worry." Jordan grabbed his phone and stepped outside.

"Debra, come with me and say hi to Dwayne," Lori called out. This content belongs to find⸺novel.net

Debra shook her head. "I'm waiting for Andrew."

Lori smiled and sighed, "Alright. Your dad and I will go chat with Dwayne."

Debra darted to the front yard, looking around.

The autumn night had a chill. She rubbed her hands together in her thin dress, blowing on them for warmth. Jordan was off somewhere making his call. She craned her neck, but there were no signs of Andrew's car.

She thought of him not coming, but then she shook her head. Her parents took this dinner so seriously. There was no chance he'd skip it.

"It's you." A steady, almost accusing voice suddenly came from behind her.

Debra jumped, spinning around. There he was, the guy from earlier that day.