s family home. It was late, the kind of late where the world feels silent and
stood there, her kind face etc
's wrong? You're a
hroat. "Mrs. Hayes... I need to ask you some
ned. "Of course, dea
true? That Liam... that he's bee
ss her face, chasing away the late
d tears of joy. "He's loved you since you were kids pl
what felt like a lifetime, I didn't flinch from the conta
oice steady and clea
r mouth. "Oh, my goodness! Liam will be e
he street, but all I could see was anothe
asting like ash in my mouth. "I wa
tive brother, Ethan Mill
s. I was an orphan at six, a lost little girl until the Millers adopted me. Ethan, seven years my senior, was the one who practically rai
ol, I fell in
the dark. I poured all my feelings into drawings, sketchbook afte
day, he
t just shock. It was disgu
e'd spat, the words like
ad leaves. That was the day he told me about his girlfriend. Mad
" piece of jewelry, a lie whispered in Ethan's ear-she framed me for everything. And Ethan, my Ethan, believed he
ey announced their wedding. I tried to talk t
e flat and devoid of any warmth.
he house he had brou
that cold, hard pavement outside the home that was never truly hers. Tonigh
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