Chapter 287

Chapter 287

It turned out that the neighbor downstairs heard something amiss and called the cops.

Malcolm's suitcase hit the floor as a set of cold, metallic handcuffs snapped around his wrists. When Gina heard that Malcolm had been locked up for murder, she wasn't exactly surprised. Deep down, she had always known that Malcolm's path was leading nowhere good.

Lizzie went to see Malcolm, just once. After all, he was her father, and his days were numbered.

It was the right thing to do, to see him one last time.

Separated by a pane of glass, Lizzie saw Malcolm, haggard and aged beyond his years. Just a few days had passed, yet he seemed a different man.

"Dad."

"Lizzie," Malcolm managed a feeble smile, "Thanks for coming to see your old man."

He'd thought there had been a mix-up when the guard said he had a visitor.

But there she was, Lizzie, actually there.

"How are you holding up in here?" Lizzie asked.

row inmates, the kind of people capable

couldn't fathom the kind of hell

over, Malcolm would never

too

nodded, trying to sound upbeat, "I'm okay, pumpkin. You don't worry. Just take care of your mom,

saint. I messed up, big time. I wasn't

up with someone like me. Listen to your

tears streaming down her

upon a time, she too had a

of visitation

gates, Lizzie looked up at the sun and fought

for the SATS, aiming to get

days, Carole was buried in books, not even

returned from his business trip, he

chatting away fluently in French

French himself, Nanson

you get so

as you are. How could you

piqued his interest, and French wasn't one of

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