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    Only time could tell – (Chapter: Chapter 21 – 25/41)

    Chapter 21

     

    Home, her home

     

    Grissom helped me into the wheelchair, and soon we where on our way home. Her home… well okay, first we made a quick pit stop at my house, to get some clothes, books and my laptop. I couldn’t survive without those things, because I wouldn’t be able to do anything more than to read.

     

    We arrived at Cath’s house a while later, and Grissom helped me out of the car and into the house, he sat me down on the couch and I was dozing off right away, Cath noticed and told me that she was to get me some blankets and a pillow and make my bed in the guestroom. Quarter of an hour later I was trying to sleep but every time that I dozed off the awful images of the beating and my fear came into my mind and I was scared.

     

    Cath’s POV

     

    Grissom left shortly after we got Sara into bed. I was preparing some dinner and waiting for Lindsey to come home. The bell rang and I opened the door. Lindsey jumped inside and my sister followed her.

     

    “Is Sara here?” Lindsey asked me as she jumped up and down in excitement. For a second I was asking myself who was more excited that Sara was here, she or I. I was glad, at least she adores Sara, which would make the situation better for all of us.

     

    “Yes, she’s here, Linds, but she’s asleep and I don’t want you to wake her up. She needs her sleep, okay?”

     

    “So where is she sleeping in your bed or in the guestroom?” My sister asked me with a smirk crossing her face.

     

    “In the guestroom of course.” Lindsey walked into the living room and I could hear her turn the television on. “Where else would she be?” I asked my sister.

     

    “Look Cath, I’m your sister not stupid. I see the look in your eyes when you talk about Sara. And you’ve spent more time with her then with Linds, not that I mind, it’s about time that you thought about yourself for once.”

     

    I was stunned and I blushed. How did she know? Was it that obvious, I had never mentioned Sara in more than a colleague way.

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