Arnold I hadn't recovered from the shock of Kylie's words, and my mouth was still hanging open when I saw Lara approaching us from the far end of the corridor. My mother looked nothing like her usual composed self. Her eyes were swollen, and she had a handkerchief in one hand, which she used intermittently to dab at them. Her perfectly styled hair was slightly out of place, and the expression on her face was enough to tell me that she had been crying for quite some time. "Arnold!" she cried as soon as she saw me. I rose immediately and closed the distance between us, opening my arms. She walked straight into my embrace and clung to me. "I'm so sorry, Mum," I whispered, rubbing her back gently. She sniffed and tightened her arms around me. "How could they do this to us?" she asked, her voice trembling. "After everything we've done for them?" "I know, Mum," I said quietly. She pulled away slightly and looked at me. "How could Marie Sue and her family do this to us, Arnold? How
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