Here is chapter 3! Enjoy!
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The Stranger's POV
I have no past, no present, and no future. At least, not until I met them.
I liked him a lot. He was a good kid. He never let a thing like being deaf stop him from living a normal life. I admire that. A lot.
I saw the obituary for the real Davie Morrison. It's a shame, But they don't have to keep running anymore. I wonder if he knew I wasn't his real dad…
I then do something I never thought I'd do. I write a letter of resignation and put it on my boss's desk. I then get off the ship that had taken me to places I never dreamed of visiting. I would miss that life, but I miss Frankie and Lizzie more.
I then run to Marie's shop and tell her what I had done.
"Geez, two days, and you're already head over heals!"
How did she know how I felt about Lizzie. How did I know? Was I in love, or did I just make a friend. These questions kept running through my head as I go to the lace where I knew I would find him, the same place where I had spent that unforgettable day with them…
I see Frankie and I tap him on the shoulder. He didn't seem to notice me at first. After I tapped again a few times he turned around, with an expression of shock on his face.
"Hello, Frankie."