"I want us to be friends."

Dylan furrowed his brows, "What?"

I leaned against the elevator wall and played with my fingers, "I want us to be friends, but I can't be friends with people I don't understand."

Dylan smiled and leaned on the opposite wall of the elevator, "What'd you wanna know?"

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"It's my call," I whispered to myself.

It's a tough decision, but I had to choose what was more important to me, my best friend or my baby sister.

To be honest neither was more important than the other. Hannah is my younger sister, but we're not related by blood and Cloey has always been like a sister to me.

It was a matter of who needed me more and I think I made the right choice by following Sebastian and Dylan to the hospital's morgue to check the body of my supposedly dead sister.

The hospital's halls were dark and empty since it was already quite late into the night and not many doctors work the night shift.