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He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

she asks. Adrian glances toward the folder of prepared answers. “Remove that.” Annabelle follows his gaze. “The communications notes?” “Yes.” “Do you want them placed in the drawer?” “I want them out of the room.” She crosses to the desk, gathers the folder, and holds it against the tablet. Adrian watches her do it and feels an unexpected relief when the pages are gone. If Julian wants to accuse him of being manufactured, Adrian will not sit across from him with manufactured answers in reach.

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Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

Christabel was nervous, of course, she knew Daniel would not harm her but again humans are wicked. Was it even right for her to think like that? Daniel gave Christabel a long comforting smile. Facing a lot of people unplanned was a sure way to made one get nervous. "Is it true that Williams Christabel is a spy?" A female journalist asked uncapping and capping the Lucky biro she held firmly. "Is it true that she ran over Miss Lawrence Precious and pretended to be a witness?" Another journalist asked pinching his lips in curiosity. "According to an employee, Miss Christabel was next to Miss Precious when she died." Said a male journalist while glancing at his laptop.

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Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.