ad through our small, go
bly dismissive. He cornered me at
short, humorless sound. "Trying to make me jeal
ly knew what I know, he' d be runnin' for
even, though my hands were clenched. "But I'm pretty sure 'adore
of us will come back, Sadie. Th
, that fella, Grandma Rose mut
d Tyler Maxwell ambled over, their expre
had asked, his brow furrowed. "You
yone knew you were devoted to
, reminding me of the life I thought I
ce was firm. They don't know the half of it. Let me
another flash of
something about a family crisis, my family. He never showed. Later, I saw him, laughing with Jessica, shel
the Miller Foundation into one of his father's risky ventures, a venture that later failed, though
d, the betrayal so shar
ler, my voice stronger than I
s, Sadie. When my memory fully re
then, the blaggard, Grandma Rose dec
hing. Only a growing disillusionment, fueled by the ghostly
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