Today I thought I saw her. A blonde girl, entering a secluded church. Then I remembered, well, Irene Kelly doesn't go to church. She told me that herself.
Meredith, of course, wrote that down in their notes. They always are taking notes, it seems. But they're sweet, and they've never even said a bad word about anyone.
But the church...it is still such an interesting place. Maybe it was her...people change, they grow. God knows I have.
Harry hasn't sent anyone out for me. That I know for sure. I've showed my face in so many different places, and no one has so much as raised an eyebrow. For that, I'm thankful. I can't have anyone finding out what I'm trying to do.
It's been...rather peaceful, considering it is only Meredith and I here. We've been exploring the city, and it's been almost enjoyable.
Meredith suggested exploring the church...
I kind of want to, I will not lie. I want to see if it is her, I want to pray to a god I never believed in and wish I could find the love of my life...
Maybe I will. Maybe I will go to that church. Maybe I will go find her. I want to find her, I need to find her. I need to prove I was right, I need to help Meredith get a good story. I want to be loved, I want to be good.
I take chances. I always have, I always will. Maybe the blonde woman is Irene. Maybe the blonde woman is someone else. But it's better to have taken the chance.
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