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“Umm… sir?” The event coordinator was at the door “Are you all right? Your eyes…”

I glanced in thedowninuests came in,” I said sternly

“Na on her tablet

“Cleo or Mark…” I glanced at the phone to see their last names “Owens”

“Sorry, sir, neither of those two people has checked in yet”

I nodded Cleo and Mark weren’t real people They were hallucinations that Felicity truly believed were only her friends

She was schizophrenic

“Her real name is Felicity Harper Ford,” the round check I had done on her so long ago in front of me “Her mother was Amelia Ford, a very famous dancer in New York and abroad She suffered from schizophrenia and died of a heart attack when Ms Felicity was a child Her father remarried about six ular life She focused on her music and dance Then one day, while out with her friends, they got into a car accident Ms Ford had a breakdown on the side of the street She kept screa for someone to call the police, that they’d killed her There was no one there They ran into a light pole Her father sent her to Golden Crossroads Hospital, where she stayed until she was eighteen She took part of her inheritance and then disappeared She’s drainedit on clothes Oddly enough, a few of the outto replace it”

“You can go now,” I told hi into the backseat of my car as he opened the door and exited

I thought of everything she’d toldsomeone else’s life, and none of it was true Not because she lied but because she had honestly believed that was her story Thatto herself or her hallucinations, and no one had realized because no one got close enough to her to know so was off

“Sir, where to?”

It was a simple question, the answer ine

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The Aftermath