ten years, they’d visited maybe once a year.
Iways showed up one day, left the next.
it suddenly, they seemed to love Grandma more than I did and I’d lived with her every single day.
randma had wasted her time on me?
1, they meant it was my fault again?
hat exactly had 1 done wrong this time?
rong to stop them from causing a scene at the funeral?
rong to call them out for never visiting while Grandma was alive?
- rs. Wells face was bright red from all the slapping, blood at the corner of her mouth.
- tr. Wells, take her to the clinic and get some medicine for those cuts.”
- Wilson didn’t leave–maybe guilt made him choose to stay and help. He gave Mrs. Johnson a few instructions and let her go alone.
ack at the wake, Parker Wilson’s eyes were red, clearly having cried.
e looked at me, wanting to say something but holding back. In the end he said nothing, just stood silently to the side with his head down.
y then, that family of three entered the wake, and seeing Parker Wilson in mourning clothes, they started going crazy again.
Who gave you permission to be here, you little bastard?”
ire you family? What right do you have to wear mourning clothes?”
jet outs
ey grabbed Parker and dragged him outside.
for lange killer: If you had to die, why couldn’t you do it somewhere else? Why drag other people down with you?”
walked over and took off Parker’s mourning clothes.
Listen to for kiddo Go home and stay with your mom.”
bed and grabbed my sister Layla’s hat, and forced her to bow down in front of the coffin
Vår loan sin Figlist, 16 gamy respect here. Your her own ganddaughter–you do it
and relied as I dragged his teen. Enally crying for real
Kakkar Bey wanted to say something but they couldnt car up with a good reason to let Lapla stand up
Bas they asked Leghe on both swing woh h
Testing her tightly
Lake is the chowing that fly if thes
Washing Gum legis ha
Tare then Black as they don sing
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Chapter 4
The way they looked at her–with such tender, loving concern.
It was so foreign to me.
I tried desperately to remember those eight years we’d lived under the same roof.
Had they ever been that patient with me?
Had they ever looked at me with such tenderness?
But all I could remember was the constant complaints and blame that were always on their lips.
“Just let your sister have it–what’s the big deal?”
Stop being so petty. Why fight with your own sister?”
Mom and Dad are really tired from work, Chloe. Can’t you be more understanding and stop causing trouble?”
The whole time, the only person who ever treated me like a child worth loving and protecting was lying in that coffin.
And now I’d lost her forever.
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