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It was the only place that wasn't being prepped and primed for the ball by an excited army of maids and planners. "Goodness Florence, you scared the life out of me!" Faith chuckled with her hand on her heart. "Me too!" Hope piped in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your reading, not that it looks like you're doing much Faith – your book is upside down." Florence announced with a wicked grin. Faith blushed bright red as she realised Florence was indeed correct, but she couldn't give a valid reason as to why she was so lost in her head. Telling her audience about her feelings for William was the last thing she wanted to do.

Victoria will have eight years left. And we'll have told our story. Completely, honestly and would have moved on. "Ready for this?" Sage asked when we signed the contract. "Yeah. You?" "Yeah. Let's close this chapter. Literally." Thanksgiving, junior year. Family dinner at home. Cole and Julian were there again. It felt normal now, tradition. Over dinner, I told Mom and Dad about the book. "We're publishing our story." Mom's face tightened. "About Victoria?" "About everything. The switch, the trial, rebuilding. How we moved on."

Up until now, I can still remember how I saw Freya beside me, painted with blood while I couldn't even move my finger. “T-They blamed me for what happened. My life got ruined and I had to bear with all the pain because they said it was my fault.” I felt my tears already playing in the corner of my eyes. All the pain that I've been carrying and keeping in my chest is me entirely. Lucas quickly held my hands on my desk. “We are with you, Faith. We will help you find out the person behind this.” “By the way, it's your Mom's birthday, right?”

‘This isn’t our fault,’ Storm growled. Wasn't it? Because that wasn’t how it felt. The feeling had become familiar over the years. Like no matter how good I tried to do, pain always followed in its wake. Was this penance for something I’d done in another life or some sin I couldn’t remember? And now innocent people were paying for it.

Gabriel mutters a good morning to exactly no one but he avoids my gaze as he strolls to the fridge. "Your eggs are burning. “Gabriel says casually. "Shit!" I realize now that I remained glued in my position the whole time. I immediately rush to remove the frying pan where my finger accidentally touches the burning steel. "Fuck!" I curse painfully. I switch off the stove returning my attention to my burnt finger. Immediately Gabriel rushes to me and gets my hand. He inspects the burn but right now as his hand touches mine, my mind is far away from the pain but it is concentrating on the person in front of me.

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We all surrounded the burning fire, silence creeping into the atmosphere hanging above our heads. "I will definitely miss the real world and being alive." I voice out staring at the burning fire, my eyesight a little bit cloudy. "Yeah. I definitely will." Daniel echoes after me. I breathe in and out then threw the book into the fire. Sounds of someone clapping cut through the solemn silence that was upon us. I looked around in horror searching for the hands that produced the clap. "Did y'all really think I would just vaporize into non existent once the book is burnt??" A horror-ish laughter followed the question revealing the hands responsible for the clap, The evil one.

I plead into the unknown. Not knowing where to start, I allow myself to launch into it. “The law about fires and the penalty being death, that is my fault.” I can feel the welling tears in my eyes. Breaking my words briefly, trying to blink them away, leads to him whispering my name/ “Sydney.” I cannot allow him to speak, I think to myself. I need to get this out, and he needs to know now. So I push forward and continue. “We were just playing around. We weren’t expecting anything bad to happen, and then I knocked over a candle.” The tears are now cascading down her face as I listen. “He died because of me.” “Who did?” “My brother.” I watch in horror as his face changes from worry to sadness.

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.