At dosk, the setting son shone through the black metal fence of the house in the southern suburbs, casting a warm light over the hedrangeas in the courtyard.
titace was lying on a reclining chair, enjoying the evening breeze.
Mautern was carefully peeling oranges right next to her.
Suddenly, a gleaming black car pulled outside the yard, Heather, supported by Timothy, stepped inside.
trace glanced up and smiled: “What brings you here? Are you looking for Willow!”
Heather’s hair was disheveled. She stumbled forward, falling to her knees beside Grace’s chair.
Holding back her emotions, her voice trembled as she asked, “Wistonia Lane Madam Harper, you once lived there, paying a rent of 100 dollars a month.
“In winter, there was no hot water. If you wanted a waris bath, you had to walk miles to a public bathhouse.”
titace’s expression clunged
Asil realizing something, she nodded heavily.
Heather’s nails dug into the chairas tears welled up in her eyes. “22 years
trace trembled as she stood up. “How do you know this?”
Lago, you took in a five–year–old girl. That day, she was holding a lollipop, searching for
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