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.

inmates, the kind

couldn't fathom the kind of

Malcolm would never

too late

worry. Just take care of your mom, focus on

big time. I wasn't a good husband, much less a good

open. Don't end up with someone like me. Listen

Lizzie felt tears

time, she too had a happy family, a

of visitation

looked up at the sun and

it was time to prep for the SATS, aiming to get into the same college as her best friend,

days, Carole was buried in books, not even setting aside her dictionary during

his

person, chatting away fluently in

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

your secret? How'd you get so

you're talking to? Not everyone's as hit-and-miss with their efforts as you are.

that piqued his interest, and French wasn't one

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