Angie's POV

We argued for hours over whether we should go see Eliza and Alex. Eventually, we decided to just wait. We kept the letter, though. 

Things were quiet for the weeks after. We spent our time on school, Jasmine, and The New Alex™. We forgot about the letter... For three more years. We never even wrote her back! It was a fairly 'normal' three years. We got decent grades and all that. It was fine. The New Alex™ is still alive, so I guess we succeeded. 

After those three quiet years, we thought we should go see Eliza. 

We stood in front of her door. Peggy and I had finally decided to do it. We were at Eliza and Alex's house. An interesting experience. 

The house was run down and dirty, but suitable enough to live in. After standing outside in the snow for a few minutes, Peggy rung the doorbell. I was scared at the very sound, but she turned to me, "It's just Eliza. Don't worry." The door opened on a run down woman with greasy hair and a baby in her arms. Eliza. The house was acceptable, but certainly nothing more, and a little four year old boy ran around squealing behind her. She spoke excitedly, "Angelicaaa! Peggeeeey! I haven't seen you in so long! That boy is Philip." She smiled. "And this," She gestured to the baby she was holding, "Is Angie. I named her after you!"

I was shocked and startled to see Eliza like this. She'd been aged quicker. I looked back into the house, saw Alex step out of the shadows. He walked to the door. I gasped quickly. Alex....