The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 53

Chapter 53 The Dead and the Living

“Don’t forget, you’re my student. I have a duty to make sure you’re safe. Let’s go, or it’ll be dark soon.

Since Johnathan had put it that way, Sierra didn’t argue. She got into the car without another word.

This was her first time in this part of the city. As she looked around at the scattered trash, the homeless people lining the streets, she turned to Johnathan. Just as she expected, his brows were furrowed slightly.

Johnathan had a mild case of OCD and a preference for cleanliness. She had noticed it back at his place–everything spotless, arranged with meticulous precision. Even the book she had taken off the shelf, which she had placed back randomly, had been quietly returned to its exact original spot by him.

She had no idea how he remembered the placement of so many books, but his level of discipline was borderline terrifying-

“Mr. Johnathan, don’t go in. Just wait for me in the car,” she said.

Then she turned and walked toward the address he had given her.

A few steps in, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around–Johnathan was following.

“Let’s go.”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

This place made him uncomfortable, but there was no way he was letting Sierra go in alone.

Sierra didn’t argue. She just quickened her pace.

She felt guilty, like she was dragging a god down into the mud.

Soon, they reached Daphne’s home. Or at least, what counted as a home.

Sierra felt a lump in her throat.

even a house. Just a flimsy shack put together with whatever scraps were

Daphne to have

while, but no one

“Just go in,” Johnathan’said.

door was burely even

With a little force, she

of rancid air hit

immediately. She rushed

minute later, she stumbled out, face

later,

had called it in, Sierra was

“You again?”

from the

a

Finished

The officer asked.

drifted back to what

the stench of rot. The summer heat

a wave of nausea

cup of hot water. “Take a

Thanks.”

took a sip, steadying herself,

I had a former inmate who used to talk about her sick mother, who had been bedridden for years. She was released two years ago. I suddenly thought of

officer raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear Sierra

nothing to hide–it was public

had died of starvation, Sierra and Johnathan were free to leave after giving their

“Are you alright?”

He handed her a cup of milk tea the moment she stepped out

took it, smiling faintly. “You expected something to be wrong, didn’t