The Loss Of A Broken Soul (1)

Phone Call

About two weeks later....Henry is sitting on his couch. Waiting until....

RING RING RING

-Henry's POV-

I pick up the phone. It's Detective Hawking...

"Henry...you're gonna want to sit down for this."

He says. I sit up in my chair and grab a paper off the floor of my messy hotel room.

"What is it, detective?"

I ask as I grab a pen.

"That Ivy girl...she's lived in 7 different states. Including the one you saw her in. Shes had different names in 5 different states."

He says with a sigh.

"She also has been known as a serial killer in one state, but they made her case private for unknown reasons."

I write all of this down while a pit gets buried deep in my heart. Was she even in love with me or was it an obsession? Was her name even Ivy WAS IT ALL A LIE?!?

"...what states?"

I ask.

"Alabama, New York, Montana, Oklahoma, Alaska."

He states. I grab my suitcases and start packing my bags.

"Anything else I need to know?"

I say.

"I'm not sure who exactly this young lady is, but don't dig too deep."

"Thank you, goodbye."

I say and hang up.

New York, here I come.