Preston never really knew what life was.
But her eyes just got rudely opened up the day she turned 27 and her foster mother turns up dead. Find out who killed her, what happens to Preston, and how she finds out who killed her


3. twelve years old

I sighed laying down on the bed. I was tired. I was failing in school. Ok, just barely passing.

I let out a yawn.

"Wow, I'm tired!" I exclaimed. Dalton walked into my room.

"Hey." He murmured. He shut the door and walked toward me.

"Why are you here?" I asked, sitting up from my position.

"I saw your parents weren't home. I thought I'd give you company." Dalton replied.

"That's sweet of you." I said. I got off of the bed and took his hands into mine, pulling him on top of me, on the bed. He began to kiss me gently.

I rolled over him and laid next to him. "I still can't believe your my boyfriend." I murmured.

"Well sorry, I didn't know it was a crime to like you, Preston." He said, slithering his ample arms around my small body. He pulled me closer into him, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"I love you." He whispered.

"No you don't." I whispered.

"The definition of love is 'to feel a strong or constant affection for someone. So I do love you." He said.

I was shocked at what he said. But in a good, romantic kind of way. "I love you, too." I whispered back

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