Chapter 2017

Shirley was held tight in his embrace, frozen in the moment until she caught sight of Abner standing not too far off, her body stiffening instantly.

Abner, still with his backpack slung over his shoulders and his hair in disarray, looked as if he had just gotten back.

Shirley had spent the entire night at the hospital, and logically, Abner should have headed home to rest. Yet, there they were, bumping into each other at 4 a.m. beneath the dim streetlights of their neighborhood.

Without a second thought, Shirley pushed Mark away and strode towards Abner.

His lips were bruised, a purplish hue under the streetlights, and his arms bore multiple scars.

"Abner, what on earth happened?"

Abner's gaze, however, skimmed past her to Mark.

He saw them, clinging to each other. Was Shirley thinking of getting back together with Mark?

he hadn't felt before now seemed to

and started toward their house, but Mark

think it over.

in her tracks,

about what

back home, Abner remained silent as Shirley flicked on the

pretending not to hear. Shirley stepped forward, pulling up his shirt herself. Seeing the bruises on his skin, her pupils dilated. These marks weren't fresh; they had turned

home, assuming he was buried in his studies. "Abner, what's going on? Did someone hit

expect me

shirt up and pushed him

felt uncomfortable and tried to pull his shirt down, but

ointment for bruises and began gently pressing it into

or just Abner's imagination, the skin she touched felt

his entire face was

Mrs. Davis two million dollars. Now, those men in black suits were being even more

because he had been used to hard labor since

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