AN: I'm not very content with how I'm ending this, but I can't take not ending it, and I don't remember where I was going when I started this.
It's Been Eight Years
Chapter 2
Gracie looked up at the woman who had entered the door. She was obviously the Lily missing from her family after the picture since she born. The girl looked just like how Gracie had always imagined herself to look grown up. Pretty.
Lily walked in. "Is that my little sister?" She asked, pointing towards Gracie, looking at Claudia.
"Lily, we should talk in the kitchen." Claudia said.
Lily nodded and the two walked into the kitchen and Gracie plopped herself on the couch.
Uncle Eddie walked in. "Where's your mom?" He asked.
"Kitchen." Gracie said. "Talking with Lily."
"And you're not eavesdropping?"
Gracie looked up at him. "I can do that?"
"You have a lot to learn."
Eddie and Gracie stood, listening to the conversation at the other side of the kitchen door.
"Lily, where have you been?" Claudia's voice, recognizable through the door, asked.
"Well, Brad and I sort of moved to California."
"Why?"
"Well, do you remember how I always wanted to be an actress?" Lily asked.
"I thought you wanted to be a singer," Claudia chimmed in.
"That's not the point, I'm coming back now, nothing happened. Where's Jimmy and Henry?" Lily asked.
"Henry's hungover at your Uncle's house and Jimmy's" Claudia paused.
"Tell me." Lily said.
Gracie thought to herself how much she wished her mother would answer the question that she's been wondering herself.
"He's dead."
The truth isn't always the best, silence is golden.
AN: Not really happy with it, but it's the best I can think of, Jimmy has always been dead, since I started it, though, in my mind anyway.
