"How long has it been?" Annabelle sat on the unmade bed, sipping a bottle of water.
"To long. Five years? Her mom sent her to boarding school." Jackson sat across from her on the floor. "I wanted her at home. Her mom wanted her freedom."
There was an awkward silence which was broken a few seconds later by Jackson's phone going off. He picked it up, and his face lit up as he read the text.
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