Paul got out of the shower and tried to ignore the odd sensations of his body as he towelled himself dry.His long blonde hair seemed to take ages to d...y and it took some effort to comb the knots out. Finally he was as satisfied as he could be about his appearance and he headed out looking for breakfast.Michael had appeared at last but still looked tired. "Not much sleep?" asked Paul."I was up late reading some of Chamberlain's papers. Fascinating stuff. But there isn't any indication that she. What will I say?He made the call and got his father. His sleepy voice came instantly awake when he heard Case’s voice. Two a.m. calls are never good news. As soon as his mother got on the speakerphone, he gave them an abbreviated version of the events of the night. As he spoke tears mingled with the rain that dripped down his face.He convinced them not to come to Lodi, assuring them he would be bringing Juliet home in the next couple of days.Not really Juliet. Got to figure out how to do. But for right now he was the one, she needed me to understand. Their need to be together at times, that she had hated hiding from me, lying to me. She had been, and was still terrified that I wouldn’t condone or understand, because of who he was. Begged that I trust her, her judgment. She realized my need to protect her, but just trust her. She cried, wanted to never have to choose between us. That was her worst fear, the lost of either, possibly both, of us. That would be too much for her to. But I can't be with you anymore. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this in person."Love, "Justine."Alina gawked at her computer screen as tears trickled down her cheeks. She felt like she'd just been punched in the stomach. One of the reasons she'd worked so hard to win the Game was to make sure Justine would never find out about what she'd been doing and now she was being dumped anyway. It wasn't fair!"No," she said out loud as her chin trembled with grief. Just then her phone rang. Hoping it was.