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" I signed the papers without a second thought and walked away. Jack did not last long in jail. By the very next day, he was gone. He had run into a wall hard. He left all his stuff to me, along with a letter, and then left this world for good. The letter was full of the words ‘I'm sorry’ repeated again and again to me and our daughter. I read it without feeling a thing, then struck a match and watched it burn. Sorry did not cut it anymore. I would let the daughter he never knew deal with his words. I did not think I would ever get married or have kids again in the future, but I kept dreaming of what it would be like to have a daughter.

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

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I typed also using the stickers of a kiss also. I finally switched off my phone and went for the journal flipping the pages. The book was really large and one of the main reasons why I didn't want to jump to the end part of the book to find what I was looking for quickly, was because I knew that I had to trace a the details alphabetically, so that everything would be in sequen if we are to ever to present the issue in court. I kept looking searching through the pages for.more evidences in the right order, I knew that I mustn't miss any details as they would be arranged at all.

The contents thumped and it was kind of heavy. “Open it, silly boy.” With great vivacity he ripped the paper from the box and peeled away the tape that secured the edge and looked inside. He gasped as he brought the book out of its cardboard confines. “I know that you will never be able to replace the one that got messed up, but I thought maybe you’d like another one,” Sebastian said in a light, perhaps nervous tone. Jaxsen stared at the authentic camel leather binding of the journal in his hands and couldn’t breathe. The covers were textured under his fingertips and he could tell the paper inside was recycled. Just like his old one.

She simply nodded when he kept thanking her. Ashton was not a kind person. Everything he did and showed as kindness had a price. He didn't know whether the old man was lucky to have met him or unlucky because if he didn't repay his debt on time, he would ask for a heavy price in return. He didn't kill people, but he never let anyone breathe again after they did something wrong to him. "DAD, where have you been?! Do you know that your black card is no longer accepted-" "Why do you have my black card? How did you get it?"

I studied so hard just to be in this position. Even though some people are telling me that justice is impossible in this country, I didn't listen to them because I do believe that I can get that in my own. I continue to believe on the beauty of my life goals. There is nothing impossible in this world, and no one can pull you down on the ladder if you are doing things with purpose. Especially if you put God in the center of everything. I looked at myself in front of the full length mirror and managed my white collar.

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Kit stated as she walked in and stood before the desk. “So, you to find that life as being parents is a good one?” The judge asked., “They did allow you the time to write the book about this whole situation. I am glad that you decided to keep the baby out of it. However, I found the entire book to be captivating and page-turning I couldn’t put it down for a few days. I recommend it to everybody saying I happen to know the author,”

But the ache in my gut twists like a cold, sharp hook. I bury it. Crushing it under a layer of ice. Freezing it in place. "Don't be ridiculous," I scoff, walking to the wardrobe and unbuttoning my jacket. "I don't have a sentimental bone in my body." "Then why the book?" she asks, unzipping her dress. "It’s an asset," I lie smoothly. "First editions appreciate in value. It’s a better investment than that paperback trash you usually read. Put it in the safe if you want to protect the equity."