The impossible had happened. She had sat through a funeral, gone through a series of angry outbursts aimed mostly at her poor bedroom wall, and pulled over a few dozen citizens who had been two miles over the speed limit to deal with her grief. Yet all that effort and acceptance that he was gone was for nothing. Like a snap of the fingers the memories of it vanished and she was elated.
That's fucking life for you.
Morgan didn't know what to think when the news of Seth's miraculous return to life reached her ears. Hell, she thought her mother was kidding. She'd stared at her in disbelief, her fork hovering over the peas she had been slowly feeding to the Maltese that circled her chair. Her mouth opened slightly as if she was going to speak but she decided not too. Her father confirmed her mother's words and that was all the coaxing Mo needed to ditch dinner with her parents. She shot up from her seat, jumping over the pure white animal to the door, ignoring the full name threats she was getting.
Yet Morgan was hesitant to leave the comforts of her car as she stared at Sam and Seth's house. What if it wasn't true? What if she didn't hear right and someone had just seen his face in a potato chip? Mo sighed deeply, shutting off the car and climbing gingerly out. Like most of her relatives home excluding her own, she opened the unlocked door and let herself in. Using her enhanced hearing she heard Seth in the kitchen and headed in that direction.
She didn't bother to say anything, just roughly snagging a chair out from the table and plopping herself on it. Mo stared at Seth for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek before speaking.
"You're alive and didn't tell me?" Mo said, pushing her hair back. "Dick."
Pesky tears made themselves to her eyes and Morgan hastily wiped at them.
"Next time you die and then come back," Mo said, her voice breaking. "Fucking call me. Please."