Chapter 567 I'll Come Pick up Phoebe

Phoebe got locked outta the kitchen. After a sec of thinking, she strolled into the living room and plopped down on the single sofa farthest from Theodore.

They both sat there, quiet as mice, with the TV blaring in the background. Neither of them gave a damn about the other.

Some variety show was on. After some fancy piano tunes, the host showed up. The folks on the show were tight, totally getting each other's jokes. In no time, they had the audience cracking up. Phoebe wanted to laugh, but she just couldn't. The people on stage seemed like they were just trying too hard.

Outta nowhere, her phone buzzed. Phoebe checked it and saw Cindy was calling. After a quick pause, she got up and headed to the balcony to take the call.

Cindy's voice was all careful, like she was walking on eggshells, "Hey, Phoebe, I heard Donovan's dead. Is that true?"

Phoebe leaned against the wall. The balcony was colder than inside, and the chill was getting to her.

She replied, "Yeah."

It took Cindy a while to speak again, "How could this happen? I was shocked when I heard. Phoebe, this must be really tough for Evelyn, right?"

Phoebe stared at her toes, "She's gotta accept it eventually."

The dead were gone, and the living had no choice but to deal with it.

Cindy could sense Phoebe's low mood and felt a pang of sadness, "Phoebe, wanna go out for a drink with me?"

window on the balcony, seeing

didn't wanna be around

of her nose and said,

was freezing. Then she

pretty scared of Theodore. Despite his calm look now,

and made for the

had been closed for a while did he look away and turn off the boring TV with the remote. When Phoebe got

help but worry, "Why do you look so

and said,

the car and drove off. They didn't go far,

crowded. They sat at the counter, and the bartender, a buddy of Cindy's, made them each a

state, Evelyn must be even more upset. I should

need. You know my mom. Your visit

I can't just ignore it," Cindy

tight for almost a decade. Back in school, Cindy practically lived at Phoebe's place. Evelyn would whip up meals for her, and Donovan always had her back. Now, with Donovan's accident, if Cindy shrugged them off, it

it a few

traced the rim of her glass, staring at the sunset-colored

the sea was a death sentence,

falling into the sea, even ten lives wouldn't be enough. It

Phoebe's back

liquid burned her

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