Chapter 30 ⸸ The Glue

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“HI.” I say weakly, looking at my childhood best friend.

“No,” She says. “No, I don’t have time for this.” She begins to close the door but I put my hand on it, stopping her from slamming it shut.

“Please, just here me out.” I plead and she scoffs.

“Hear you out?” She asks me incredulously. “You want me to hear you out? Well hear me out. You left without so much as a goodbye and now you show up expecting me to what? Coddle you? Be your best friend again? You bailed on me!”

“My mom died!” I yell at her.

“Perhaps I should go.” Cas says but I quickly grab the sleeve of his trench coat.

“Don’t.” I tell him before looking back at Myra. “My mom died, okay? She died and then I found family. Brothers. From my dad’s side, who is also dead, by the way. I’m sorry that I didn’t think about how you would feel because you were going to art school anyway!”

“Rowan, I’m sorry. I- I didn-”

“Know?” I ask her. “I know I didn’t say goodbye because I couldn’t bring myself to. I left the day she died and I haven’t been back since.”

“Come in.” She says, opening the door for us. “My parents are both at work.”

I walk inside the house and Castiel slowly follows. “Uh-uh big guy.” She says to him. I turn around and give her a confused face. “Brother?”

“No,” I tell her, walking back towards Cas and grabbing his arm, pulling him further inside. “Friend.”

“So,” She says, closing the door behind her. “Special friend?” I scrunch my face as Cas simply wears a confused expression. “Bad timing, right.” She says.

“I’m only visiting, I leave tomorrow, I just wanted to see how you were, you know, actually say goodbye.” I tell her.

“I understand.” She says. “Where’s she buried, your mom?”

“Cremated, actually. Her wishes.” I answer.

“And your brothers? Plural?”

“Two, actually. Three, but the third one died a few months ago, I think.” I tell her.

“You never met him?” Myra asks me. I shake my head. “How did- how did your mom die?”

“She, uh, she-”

“Was in an automobile accident. Right, Rowan?” Cas says, lying for me.

“Uh, yeah.” I answer.

“That’s so weird. You know, those killings stopped when you left town.” Myra says. I widen my eyes.

“There were FBI agents who solved the murders, though I can’t remember their names.” I lie to her.

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