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.

death row inmates, the kind of people

fathom the kind

all over, Malcolm would never have betrayed Gina. He would've cherished his wife and

it was too

worry. Just take care of your mom, focus on your studies, get into

up, big time. I wasn't

up with someone like me. Listen to your

Lizzie felt tears streaming

a time, she too had a happy family, a father who

of visitation

of the prison gates, Lizzie looked up at the sun and fought back the

for the

Carole was buried in books, not

from his business trip,

chatting away fluently in French

French himself, Nanson could tell-Carole's pronunciation was

what's your secret? How'd you get so good in just a

you're talking to? Not everyone's as hit-and-miss with their efforts as you are. How could you expect to improve with your approach?" At first, Nanson had been diligent,

had patience for things that piqued his interest, and French wasn't

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