NovelsBestChapter 666 I stared in shock at Michael, who had just returned. "Isn't she Ms. Ewing?" He rushed towardand pulledinto his embrace. "It's all my fault, Stephie. Ms. Ewing couldn't take it and lost her mind. I'll take care of it. Just listen to me.' Stunned, I watched them drag Ms. Ewing away. She lost her mind? She askednot to take the medicine because they were changing me? What did that mean? "Go to the basement," Ms. Ewing mouthed those words tobefore she was dragged into a car. She askedto go to the basement.
I stood numbly in place. I couldn't register any of Michael's comforting words in my mind.
What kind of secret was hidden in the basement? "Go back to sleep, Stephie." Michael took my hand and ledback to the living room. He only left after seeinghead upstairs.
I stood on the balcony, watching his car drive away into the distance once again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas Ms. Ewing's escape the work he had to take care of at the office? I felt confused. Why did I feel that everything and everyone aroundwas fake, as if everything in my life was a lie? I carefully went down to the basement after finding the flashlight.
There were three levels to the basement. I didn't know which level Ms. Ewing wantedto go to. So, I decided to head straight to the third level, making my way up level by level.
The basement was dimly lit. I couldn't tell if it was because of the old wiring or if someone had deliberately cut the power, leaving it pitch-black.
Suddenly, something scurried past my feet. Without thinking I lifted my foot and crushed the scurrying rat beneath.
I felt numb both physically and mentally.
I looked down at the lifeless rat on the ground and took a deep breath. I backed away in fear and bumped into a cabas reality sat in.
Did I just kill a rat emotionlessly? I knocked into something on the cabinet, and a box fell onto the ground. Its contents were scattered out, containing sbooks, old photos, and also shandwritten notes.
I crouched down and looked at the photos on the ground. Among them was an old photo with a woman who looked a lot like me. The man looked familiar as well.
They were taking a commemorative photo on the mountain, looking happy as the young man hugged the woman I turned the photo over and saw the delicate handwriting behind it. It said, "A memento of Sarah Leigh and Andy Lincoln.' Sarah Leigh... Andy Lincoln...
My head hurt so bad. For sreason, I found those two names familiar.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIflipped through the photos on the ground. They were mostly photos of Andy and Sarah, as well as photos of only Sarah alone.
The handwritten notes showed a young woman's innocent hopes for love and her dreams for the future.
In the letters, this young woman named Sarah was filled with dreams and hopes as she described their future to her lover. She mentioned Andy in nearly every paragraph.
She wrote, "Meeting you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. I want to marry you and start a family together."
Sarah probably wasn't the most skilled in literacy her letters weren't the most moving, yet they were sincere. Her words expressed her joy and dreams. She wrote, "I want to bear your children. I like daughters. What about you?"
There was Andy's reply in the letter.
the He wrote, "I want a son. Even though having either; I need to I don't mind have a son to get my father off my back." He also wrote, "I'm hiding you here. Listen toand don't go anywhere. I'll take you honce I deal with the problems."
It wasn't hard to tell that the two of them initially loved each other. But the tone of Sarah's Handwritten notes gradually changed, andher words grew hostile. She wrote, "I want to kill you so that you'll stay withforever." X
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