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The waiter inside the cafe had already memorized Zoe's order even before Zoe handed over her notes. Their discussion shifted to family, and Zoe began to speak more honestly when Sara asked bit by bit about the state of her past. "But the situation isn't bad. I always believe that such fate will only come to great people. Not everyone can accept such a fate and endure it. You are a chosen one. Few people have a strong and resilient heart. Extraordinary. I admire you," Sara said, smiling while stroking Zoe's cheek. Zoe almost jerked back, as the touch was surprising. But not only that touch was surprising; the praise also left Zoe stunned.

Chapter 11 She had liked Kate because Kate was genuinely good. Not performatively good, not good in the way of someone who wanted credit for it, but good in the simple and fundamental way of a person who actually saw other people. She had shown up at Silver's first charity event with a donation and a note that said *I'm proud of you for doing this* and Silver had read it and felt something complicated and traitorous in her chest because it was easier to dislike someone who didn't try.

"I warned Thomas the day we moved in. I told him there was something wrong with you. The way you watched Sara, hating her for being everything you could never be." Old pain flared at her words. "I never hated Sara for being Father's favorite. I hated how he made me feel worthless beside her." "You WERE worthless," Catherine hissed. "A dull, sullen child who couldn't compete with my daughter's light. And now you've tried to snuff out that light forever." My hands curled into fists at my sides. "I didn't push her. I wasn't even on the stairs when she fell." "Liar!" Catherine stepped closer, her perfume, always too strong, making my head spin. "Sara remembers everything. Every detail. How you a

Rosy came to us and offered us a glass of juice. "Thank you, Rosy." I am perplexed as to why she provided us with juice when we did not inquire about it. She handed me the glass with a seductive smile. I ignored her smile and focused on Sara. "Sara, how did you simplify things so easily?" I looked at her with admiration. "I've learned from my past experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Furthermore, as an author, I must consider every possibility that may arise." She reached for her glass, but it slipped on the table.

"You look especially dazzling today. Perfect to be our designer." "You want an assistant for carrying loads. What are you praising me for?" Sari's mother spared him a condescending glance. "Bold of you to assume that. Can you bet with this old woman here? I can even lift you easily!" Ritian made a noise of a wounded puppy. 'So fierce!' __________

"How long are you two going to keep this up? Do you have any idea what people are saying about you? "Sabrina was the sweetest, most sensible child. She suffered so much at the end. Do you really want her to spend her afterlife worrying about you, too?" A flicker of emotion passed through Mom and Dad's eyes, and they got teary-eyed. "It was our fault. Sabrina would probably be happy to see us like this. We don't deserve to be her parents. The only thing we can do now is repent."

Whenever Chris could free her from performing to Patricia’s friends, he’d get… well, rewarded. “That reminds me, this week there was a book club meeting. You were supposed to do an interpretation of Jane Eyre, if I didn’t heroically intervene” “I will not suck your dick in the cab,” Kiara replied. Oh, fuck, the cab driver. Kiara felt her cheeks catching fire, and Chris laughed by her side. The bastard loved to see her drawing unwanted attention. “Tell me more about the show. You said Kate was part of it?” He always provided her a way out too, or at least something else to think about. Still a dickhead, but a sweet one.

My world that I had created for my sister. Eva's beautiful designs showcased themselves elegantly on the screen and I roamed my eyes around the room, observing the expressions of the attendees. My heart immediately felt light as I saw them murmuring their approval at the designs. Even the sour-faced, certified women-hater David Cameron had a momentary expression of awe before he tried to hide it with a scowl.

"If you do it, do it for you, not me." Erika was still holding the paper under my hand. "I'm not sure either of these horn-dogs believe what they just said, but they are correct. You have great tits. They are better than mine were before the baby, and way better than mine were after Merry and before the good doctor." Sara looked at us all silently and carefully. "Thank you all. It's all good advice. Peter, you and I have a lot of deliberating to do before we decide."

“I’m pretty sure that’s your fault. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, and He forgave me. When was the last time you talked to Him?” Instead of waiting for his answer, she went on. “I’ve just been reading a chapter every day. If it’s okay with you, I’ll just pick up where I left off in Romans chapter fourteen.” Ian raised his hands in the air. “Don’t mind me.” Sara tilted her head to the page before her. “As for the one who is weak in faith, welcome him, but do not quarrel over opinions.” Ian leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He’d given up on his faith a long time ago when the anger had taken control. How had Sara been able to hang onto it?