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Chapter seventeen
"Spill!" Xander interposed, walking into his office where I had hid myself. He made himself comfortable on one of the armchairs across from me and crossed his legs. He was still on his scrubs since two hours ago.
"What do you want me to say, father?" I asked, meeting his eyes.
"Why you got Becca shot. She just got a life back and there you are on the verge of ruining it." He said, raising voice.
"What do you mean? She was perfectly alright." I asked frazzled, furrowing my eyebrows.
"After the surgery she came to feel again. She could now decipher things and make decisions without being stoic, violent or repulsive. She was just starting to become the person she was in the first place. Did you know she went back to her foster home after thirteen years, where they had kicked her out? She wouldn't have if she didn't feel anything."
I leant back on the chair, silent.
"Jeremy!" He called lowly, concerned.
"Fine!-Dan shot her."
"Dan?
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