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— Where did you learn that? I shrugged. With him, everything seemed so complicated... and so simple at the same time. — I don’t know. I was drunk... — I whispered, almost ashamed. My mother took a deep breath. A sigh that wasn’t exactly one of judgment, but of someone trying to comprehend a storm they never expected to face. — Drunk... with your father’s best friend... She ran her hands through her messy hair. — And do you have any idea how this destroys everything? Or did you just... keep going?

My heart hammered against my ribs, but I sent a silent thanks to the moon that I'd latched the door. "I'm preparing for the mating ceremony now!" I shouted back, forcing my voice steady. I could still hear him muttering dark curses under his breath, but soon enough, his heavy footsteps retreated. I didn't dare waste another second. "Quickly," I whispered urgently to Grace, "we're out of time." The moment she slipped out, my eyes finally fell upon my mother. She looked so peaceful, and it tugged at my heart. I bit my lower lip to suppress the sobs that racked me. My mother deserved so much more than what I could give her. She deserved more than what this pack gave her.

I took my eyes off it and shifted my gaze to the videoke machine and sang the first stanza of the beautiful lyrics. 🎶🎶🎶 I did my best But I guess my best wasn't good enough 'Cause here we are back where we were before... It seems nothing ever changes We're back to being strangers Wondering if we oughta stay Or head on out the door... 🎶🎶🎶 I heard thunderous applause from everyone. I held my mother's hands and dedicated the whole song to her, while my heart savored the whole lyrics. 🎶🎶🎶

Suddenly the voice of the soloist singing ‘End of the Road’ by Boys II Men snapped me out of whatever trance I was heading into and brought me back. “What the hell? Who sings this at a funeral?” The sting from Mama smacking me on the leg for me to hush let me know I was on the verge of causing an unnecessary scene. “I take it you’re okay.” My best friend reached over my sister lap grabbed my hand and leaned in,

'tonight I might fall in love,.. Depending on how you hold me... I'm glad that I'm coming down.. Don let no one come control me.. Keep dancing and call it love.. She fighting but falling slowly.. If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me.. Brown skin girl... Your skin just like pearls... The best thing in the world... I'll never trade you for anybody else... Brown skin gir–—' My singing was interrupted by the loud bang on the door. I was sure it was Clara. My troublesome best friend.

And I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say When I'm gone When I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone I got my ticket for the long way round The one with the prettiest of views It's got mountains It's got rivers It's got sights to give you shivers But it sure would be prettier with you When I'm gone When I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.” Just as the song finished, someone flicked the wall lamps on; the sudden bright light caused my eyes to squint at the glare and I turned to

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

"Are you okay? What’s wrong? Tell me." Margaret let out a long, groaning wail, clutching her daughter’s arm tighter. "You’ve ruined me, Annabelle," she choked out, her voice trembling with despair. “You’ve killed me.” Annabelle’s heart skipped a beat at her mother’s words. "Ruined you?" she repeated, confused. She grabbed her mother’s thin shoulder, trying to steady her. "What are you talking about? What’s happened?"

she murmured, wiping away her tears. "Oh God..." Matt mumbled, covering his face with his hands as understanding dawned on him. "What do I do? I don't know what to do?" he asked himself, his voice muffled beneath his hands as he stood in the lounge, struggling with himself as to the best way forward. "Pretend you don't know. Please Matt... just pretend you don't know. Go home, let me figure this out. You've done your part and I'm so grateful for everything. But you don't have to do this anymore. You're free now. Just pretend you don't know," she urged him desperately.

“I’m already dead to the world. My face is still on too many lists. You, Isolde… you have Dorian. You have the story. You have the rage.” Her hand touched Isolde’s cheek. “Use it wisely.” Then the door on the far end of the room clicked open and an exit Isolde hadn’t noticed. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, police or something worse. Isolde grabbed the box. At the threshold, she turned back one last time. Her mother stood beneath the red light, unmoving. A ghost finally at peace. “I’ll burn it to the ground,” Isolde said.