Lauren stood up, and for a moment, it felt as if the very air in the room shifted.Her movement was sudden and sharp. It was as if something vital inside her had finally snapped, and the pieces had rearranged themselves into something harder and colder. The grief that had kept her pinned to the couch for months was gone, replaced by a fire burning behind her eyes.Across from her, Corinne just sat there, watching. There was no sympathy on her face, no sisterly love, and certainly no guilt. Instead, there was a strange look of amusement, as if she were a spectator watching a play and had just reached the most interesting part.Then she spoke, her voice casual, almost bored, as if they were discussing the weather rather than a murder.“My money,” she said, tapping her fingers on her bag. “I want it now so I can get the hell out of here. This place is depressing.”Lauren heard the words, but they felt as if they were coming from miles away. She stood in the middle of Mia’s living room, b
آخر تحديث : 2026-02-15 اقرأ المزيد