I took a shower andcarefully packed my things. I looked in the mirror as I had done so manytimes during that past weekend. The only sign of anything...was the factthat my hair was shabby, my nails were unkempt, both having grown, thebyproduct of the dead cells from the transformation. Now, I knew the vials were real. I knew of their promise. I knew oftheir potential. I locked them in a strongbox and put them in the backof my closet, together with the instructions and my camera - with. Later that night when Dad returned from work I could hear themdiscussing the situation again I thought I heard my name beingmentioned but maybe not, there was a bit of arguing , I could tell thatmy Dad was certainly dead against getting Social Service involved andwas determined that we should deal with it in the family as he feltMelissa would be taken from George if they became involved and put incare. After all that had happened to George that was an option thateven I thought would be. And then we’re off to Europe, though fortunately, not until after Jocelyn has her surgery.”“Surgery?”“She needs spinal surgery to relieve pressure on a compressed nerve. It’s something that was expected at some point because the reconstruction they had to do after her accident. Fortunately, she can have it done before I leave, and obviously Gene will be here for her while I’m in Europe.”“Is he the ‘real deal’?” Mom asked.I nodded, “Absolutely. I don’t expect them to get married for three or. Strange. He's not responding to my call out. I drew my pistol as I approached his room — maybe Melossor struck again? The only light came from the desk lamp. He wasn't here. I went to check out his desk, only to find a fucking note."Dear Stace —I love you. I will always love you, and I am ashamed of my cowardice — I can't lose you to my folly. It's me or Alex, and Alex shouldn't die in my place. That said, I lied to you — the meet was set for 10pm. Hopefully, when you arrive at midnight, it'll.