Chapter 228

"Charlie, you're wasted. I'm calling Kate."

I didn't wait for Charlie's reply before I hung up and decisively dialed Kate's number.

"Claire Floyd, how dare you call me after everything?" Kate's voice dripped with sarcasm over the phone.

"Charlie's passed out in some bar, go bail him out."

Despite everything, Kate still sounded worried about Charlie: "Which bar?"

"I didn't ask. You call him."

But the very next moment, I heard Kate break down into tears: "He's not picking up my calls anymore. I can't find him. He blames me for his mother's death, says it's my fault we can't be together, declared he never wants to see me again." I frowned, leaning against the wall. It was a fact that Kate had a hand in Charlie's mom's death.

"But I was framed too! I admit I thought about it, but someone beat me to it! I only went along with it. The worst I've done was having you kidnapped, nothing against humanity."

Hart had

thought of Hannah, always lurking

for her, hanging up and turning to enter my own room. It was

me sleepy, and I drifted off, feeling a warm presence beside me. I frowned slightly, probably Max, who often ended up sharing my bed. His faint scent of

him, murmuring, "Max, I'm sorry, don't

him tense up for a

his arms without any further ado, only to wake up to the sounds of construction. Pulling back the curtains, I saw workers installing stainless steel bars

I was livid, storming out only to find a new steel gate locked across my door. "Max,

had forgotten he had Asperger's Syndrome. Did

get Max

then all these workers showed up to install the bars. Ms. Claire, did

bit my lip, staring at my new prison. Max and Charlie really were cut from the

"Where's my phone?"

room's table, but

confirming my

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