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    The Lost Word – Chapter 4

    Carmen Morales

    "CARMEN STOP!" shouted whoever it was she was attacking, and the use of her name was enough to get her to cease. That and the aching burn in both of her arms.

    Who was this woman? Why did she know her name? Breathing in deep, she coughed when she accidentally swallowed some of the water in which she was currently treading.

    She moved back enough to get a proper look at this woman, and once she got a proper look at her face, Carmen nearly forgot to keep herself above water.

    "Eva?"

    Jared Sobel

    "Mom!" Jared exclaimed and put his arms around his mom. "I’m okay, but I looked everywhere, where were you? What happened?"

    Now that his mom was back, things didn’t feel so hopeless anymore.

    Eva “Papi” Torres

    Noticing that Carmen was slipping further into the water, Papi put her arms around her and pulled her back up. "You’re the only person I know that can call me that," she winked. She glanced over to the other woman in the water, the reason she had originally jumped in, and felt like such an ass for taking this small detour to say hi to her old friend. "Lookin’ good, Carm." Papi cocked her head to the side in a gesture that suggested they go help the woman they had been racing to get to.

    Swimming up next to her, Papi put one arm around the weak woman to help keep her afloat. "We’ll just take it nice and slow, okay?"

    Helena Peabody

    "Wilson!" she yelled again at her son who, now she was getting closer to, was starting to look less and less like himself. In fact, Wilson didn’t look like Wilson at all.

    That’s because it isn’t Wilson, said the voice of reason in her head, and she let herself believe it. Just like that, her rising hopes fell, dropping deep into the pit of her stomach and leaving her with the sensation of being punched in the gut.

    She stopped running, watching the young blonde boy who was most definitely not her son as he joined up with the other two on the beach. She watched as they spoke, and as a tall woman with hair like the boy’s came dashing up, falling and crawling toward them and pulling the boy into an embrace.

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