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It was supposed to be just a simple meal, but Jolie wouldn’t let go of Quinlyn, clinging to her and begging her to stay the night.

Marvin was about to step in and pull Jolie away when he saw Quinlyn raise her hand and wrap it around Jolie’s arm.

“Can I sleep in the same bed as you?” Quinlyn asked.

“Sure! We even have a bathtub. We can take a bath together,” Jolie said, then quickly grabbed Quinlyn and ran off before anyone could say anything.

Joseph, Stanley, and Larry just watched helplessly as Quinlyn was dragged away. They could only shrug and say they’d head back to the hotel and wait.

Before they left, Marvin stopped Stanley and handed him a photo of a victim.

He said, “We found this photo while handling the bodies from the dog–fighting ring. The victim’s face was badly bitten, but after comparison, it looks like your sister, Harriet.

“The coroner’s stitched up her body. If you want to bring her home for burial, you can pick her up for refrigerated transport. My condolences.”

Stanley stared at the photo for a long time and then nodded. “I’ll go pick her up later.”

He heard that Harriet was at the scene when everything went down. She had just stabbed his mom before that, and she had gotten involved with Yolanda. Whether she was in the know, he’d never liked Harriet. But he never thought she’d end up dead.

The disfigured face in the photo didn’t look like the little girl who used to wear princess dresses and play carefree at home. Without any blood relation, Stanley always thought she wasn’t very smart, and they never had much of a bond. So, he didn’t have strong feelings for her. Still, they’d lived under the same roof for ten years. He called his dad, Maurice.

“What body? Oh, Harriet’s? She’s dead? What does that have to do with me? If she hadn’t done something stupid and fooled Warren, would I be in this mess? I don’t care if she’s dead,” Maurice said, not showing the slightest sadness about Harriet’s death.

Ever since Harriet messed with Warren, Maurice’s company had been getting targeted. No matter how many drinks he had at business dinners, he couldn’t fix things.

Now, his company was bankrupt. He had a mountain of debt, and he had a drinking problem. His life was pretty much ruined.

refused to be discharged from the hospital

sweater, so when it gets cold, you can wear it. Did Edward say

bring her up? Dead? How did she die? Oh, I see. I don’t need to see her. Don’t bring her back here. This isn’t her home. Just

grew colder as he listened. After hanging up, he stood downstairs in the apartment for a long time before

helping with calls and errands until they arranged everything with the cemetery. Finally, the three

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to himself, “Do you think if Harriet hadn’t been adopted by our family, she would’ve turned out like

way of raising kids, so he took Stanley and sent him

by Maurice and Tina. She became a child with serious issues, and eventually, she met her tragic

“So, by your logic, doesn’t that mean Quinlyn would’ve turned into

around good people like Matthew

that because she’s a good person herself?” Larry asked, leaving Stanley

“Think about it. Why did Harriet die with Quinlyn at the scene? She hasn’t talked about Harriet’s death yet. It’s pretty clear Harriet wasn’t

him. Quinlyn, who had rushed to save Harriet at the mall and

had completely disappointed Quinlyn, and Quinlyn

ground as he stood up and started walking. “And

quietly, shoving the transport document into his pocket and

what was right or wrong. What mattered was that people

night, Quinlyn was lying on Jolie’s

moving out next year. I’m really going

just finished after he saved enough money to complete the remodeling. Still, Jolie was really

had a memory tied to her childhood. Before bed, she gave Quinlyn a tour, explaining the story behind everything. Then she pulled

she even knew it, she had

dream, she was six years old again. It was the middle of winter, and Marvin brought her to this apartment. Jolie, a ninth grader, helped her take a bath and fed her, and they slept in the same room, sharing

calling each other best friends. There were two chairs by the desk, with scratches from when

half comic books and half picture books, and

the posters were of celebrities Jolie liked, and half were