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"Dolphins?" Paul asked incredulously. It was the next morning, and against all odds, I still remembered what Harry had said the night before.
"I swear he said dolphins. Or something that sounded like dolphins..." My voice trailed off and I stared at the bowl of now soggy cereal in front of me. I stirred the soggy pieces around in the bowl with my spoon, uncertain of what I'd heard.
Last night, when I could barely keep my eyes open and my brain was already starting to shut down, dolphins had seemed like a perfectly normal thing for Harry to say while he slept. Then again, I didn't remember Harry ever talking in his sleep before...
Paul sighed, distracting me. He took the bowl from me, carefully prying my fingers away from the spoon clutched in my hand. He dumped my untouched breakfast in the sink before turning to me.
I stared at questioningly, still in my seat.
"Harry's getting up." I nodded.
"Oh." We waited in a tense silence until Harry stumbled into the kitchen, still half asleep. I couldn't help but smile.
"Morning Kells, hey Paul." Paul nodded, glancing at me. He jabbed his thumb in Harry's direction, waiting for me to ask the questions he really should have known I'd never ask.
I shook my head, but that didn't stop Paul from approaching Harry.
"Hey buddy. How'd you sleep?" Harry looked up, startled, at Paul. He glanced at me, but answered Paul.
"Good I guess." He still sounded tired though, like he hadn't slept much at all. I frowned. What could possibly be keeping him up?
"Hmph." I glared at Paul, he glared right back, not looking like he intended on leaving Harry alone at all. I pushed away from the table, going to stop Paul before he said something stupid.
"How'd you sleep Paul? I'm guessing you stayed here?" Harry glanced at me before looking back into the cereal cupboard. I froze.
"Yeah, I slept fine." Paul sounded angry for some reason I couldn't think of. "So Harry, about last night. That game of truth or dare..."
Harry stiffened, but continued to pull out a bag of frosted flakes. He cleared his throat a couple of times before turning around to get a bowl and spoon. He kept his eyes safely on the floor.
"What about it?" Paul waited until Harry finished pouring the cereal into a bowl before he spoke again. I stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"What you said about Kelly... And a letter?" Harry dropped the bag immediately, spinning around to glare at Paul.
"I didn't mention a letter!" Paul held his hands up, just as surprised as I was at Harry's reaction.
"Okay, forget the letter." Paul glanced at me, I shrugged. Like I knew what was going on...
"I didn't mention a letter," he muttered, slumping into one of the dining room chairs. I didn't bother to tell him that he had forgotten milk.
"Fine. No letter." Paul sat down beside Harry. "But what about Kelly?" Harry didn't answer for a second. He pushed the flakes around the bowl, much like I had done earlier.
When Harry finally looked up, he looked at me.
"I didn't know Kelly, I swear. I'm not even sure if I heard her right, but there was a letter. I didn't open it..." He frowned at the table.
I took a deep breath.
"Where's the letter Harry?" He looked up at me again. He gestured towards the hallway.
"It's in..." I nodded, getting up again.
"Kelly, are you sure-" I nodded again before Paul could start questioning me. Why should I be questioning Harry about something he clearly knew nothing about, when all I had to do was read a letter to find all the answers?
I didn't have to ask Harry again about what he meant. I knew exactly where the letter would be.
I hadn't been in mom's room since we'd packed it up before moving. It was almost hauntingly empty now as I opened the door.
The bed and dressers were bare, the floor cold and un-walked on... I hated to say it, but taking out her belongings was like taking the life out of the room. Getting rid of mom's stuff had been the final step in accepting her death.
I stood in the doorway for a couple of minutes, just staring in. My heart was racing, I hadn't really thought of mom in the last couple weeks. Especially the fact that she wasn't here anymore.
I swallowed, taking a couple more steps into the room.
Harry had left the letter on the now empty night table. I had no idea why I hadn't noticed it before.
My hands were shaking as I picked up the sealed envelope. I took another deep breath before lifting the edge of the seal.
PPOV
"So, Harry." He twitched, but continued to stare at the table. I don't think I'd ever seen the kid so scared of me before.
"Yeah?" He risked glancing at me, and instantly regretted it from the way he shoved a spoonful of dry cereal in his mouth.
"Who told you about the letter?" He took his time chewing and painfully swallowing the cereal. He kept his eyes on the table as he answered.
"My mom."
"When?" He pushed the bowl away from himself, and leaned back in his chair.
"I don't know. The first day she was in the hospital?" My eyes narrowed.
"You've known since then, and you didn't tell her?" Harry winced, but leaned forward on the table so we were glaring at each other.
"You don't know what she's like when you're not around. You don't get to see what she's like when she thinks no one's looking. You don't know what is was like... Mom dying affected her more than she'll ever let on. Why would I make that worse?" I stared at Harry blankly. Kelly had made his seem like this little, innocent, helpless kid for so long. This was kind of surprising to hear from him.
"I guess." I frowned, still confused at how much Harry knew. But he was right. When he put it that way, I would have acted exactly like he had.
"Now what?" I shrugged, glancing down the hallway and resisting the urge to go and check on Kelly.
"I guess we wait..." Harry shrugged. "So...What did your mom tell you anyway?" Harry raised an eyebrow at me, leaning back again.
"Well, she told me about the letter. And she said that Kelly wasn't my sister. Not blood sister at least." Harry frowned. "She said Kelly kind of just showed up. That they found her and-"
"Okay boys, pack your things. Again." I stood up immediately. Kelly stood in the doorway, her still unpacked suitcase at her side. She was smiling, but her eyes were red. She was clutching an envelope in her hand.
"What?" Harry spoke before I could.
Kelly took a deep breath, waving the envelope in our faces.
"We are going to find my parents. And I know exactly where they are."
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