A/N: hi. You all must be confused. It was all part of my master plan to make you think this story was done and then continue it. *laughs evily*. Jk guys. I was reading through reviews and like re-read the whole thing and was like (picture Sponge bob with the "imagination" rainbow over his head but it says "inspiration" instead) INSPIRATION! And I kinda wrote this so... Yay! Just a warning but this story's going to change a little. It's going to be a little more intense...
Chapter 24:
Cato opened the door to see a tall woman. She had dark brown eyes and long, straight midnight black hair. Half her face was covered with burns. She looked oddly familiar but Cato couldn't seem to place her. When he opened the door, the woman gasped, as if she just saw a ghost.
"Can I help you?" Cato asked, leaning against the doorframe.
She blinked a few times and looked down at the ground before continuing, "um, is Walter Hadley here?" She asked, her eyes not moving from his face.
"No. He's at work but I could tell him you stopped by when he gets home" Cato said. Clove saw Foxface's jaw drop. She gave her friend a questioning look and the red head simply pointed at the picture hanging next to the door of the day at the museum, the day Cato and Clove's mothers died.
"Um, yeah" she said, her voice becoming chocked and eyes cloudy with tears.
"Can I have your name?"
"Amy Sevina."
A/N: sorry that's kinda it. I had inspiration and that's all the came out but I think I have some more where that came from. This story will not be updated regularly but I think it will be updated again soonish. Sorry and your welcome I think are appropriate fort his situation and yeah.