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How many times do I have to say it before you believe me my sister screamed, finally understanding th helpless frustration 1 must have felt told you, Noah is dead! He died in place of your precious adopted
Son
have proof that Adrian hired those men to kill him!
She threw the evidence in their faces Adnan looked nervous My parents and brother were simply annoyed
We told you, he’s an Ashworth now Call him Julian, like you used to
For you to suddenly go crazy and forge pictures to slander him you’re really siding with outsiders now aten’t you?
Adrian put on a wounded expression. “It’s okay I won’t blame sister As long as she continues to treat me Well
And by treat you well, you mean dote on you, fawn over you like a pathetic dog?” my sister shot back Hej yes swept over my brother and parents standing beside him “Just like now They’re all fighting your battles
or you. You must be getting quite a thrill out of it, aren’t you?
Adrian, caught off guard, let a crack show in his facade “No, no sister why would you say such things? And
why would you get a custom–made urn and toy? Are you trying to torment me and our parents?
The three behind him erupted in anger They pinned my sister down and smashed my urn on the floor
My brother ground the fragments under his shoe. My father swept the ashes away with a broom “What kind of flour is this?” he sneered “So poorly made, not even a dog would eat it My mother stood protectively in
ront of Adrian, as if Celeste were the monster
My sister, in a frenzy of rage, broke free and threw the four of them out of the room. She ripped the old bles
edured string bracelets from their wrists
Sinde you all love the fake so much, then you don’t get to wear the good–luck charms Noah made for you!”
My parents and brother’s wrists were red and sore, but their first concern was for Adrian. “Julian, are you Ukay? Should we ball a doctor?
nice, I had knelt until my legs were broken for them, and not one of them had cared They sold wa Dosing trouble. The good luck charms I had begged a monk to bless for them had been presented as gift from Agrian. He had even stoten mine, ty sister had told me to endure it, that she would pet for www.bart nothing ever came of it
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