Lost Me Gained Regret

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I couldn't quite figure out if Bryant was despicable or just pitiful. "So, you're worried that the truth about his mother's death might set him off again?" "Yeah." Gary nodded, "The psychiatrist suggested we take it slow and wait until Mr. Bryant's feeling a bit better." "Okay." My response was flat, devoid of any emotion.

I'd rather not deal with the Ferguson family's anymore if it weren't for Timothy's dying wish. But then, getting hand thinking about Bryant's plight stirred a faint sense of pity in me. That quickly evaporated, however, the moment I remembered how he yelled atin the hospital room. That scant pity vanished without a trace.

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I suddenly found myself loathing my inability to be more decisive, hating that I couldn't plan things better.

While I was lying on the couch, zoning out in sheer boredom, Christine suddenly popped by.

I opened the door. "Why didn't you just use your fingerprint to cin?" "Didn't want to walk in on something I shouldn't see." Christine sauntered in, her hips swaying, kicked off her heels, and slipped into her house slippers, HCategories Search...

Ê 186/193 glancing at me. "Why the long face?" "Thought I was striking the snake at its head today." I tossed her a juice before sinking back into the couch, laughing at myself. "It turned out that I just startled the snake instead." "You're quite the poet today." Christine unscrewed the bottle, moving closer with a smirk, "Too bad I'm lost. Can you spell it out for me?" "Margaret's mother, Teresa, woke up today." I sighed, "I had the evidence that Teresa was behind Bryant's mother's death and was ready to have Margaret shipped off." "But alas, no dice." I shared the whole story with Christine in brief.

"Great, the little bitch stays, and now, we've got an old one." Christine rolled her eyes and sipped her juice. “But Bryant not trusting you? Not surprised." I was curious. "Why not?" "When has he ever trusted you?" Usually, she'd have gone on a rant about Margaret's family tree by then. But today, she was oddly subdued.

I stood up to look at her and saw her eyes were all red. "What's up? You look like you're gonna burst into tears." She didn't hide anything, admitting, "Steven's getting engaged." "Yeah!" Christine nodded vigorously, wiping her tears haphazardly, and perked up, "Jane, let's go have a drink, yeah?" "Sure." I had nothing better to do anyway.

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Christine drove us to a bar she frequented, the early evening lights casting a warm glow on the chilly early winter streets.

"Stop the car!" I suddenly spoke as we neared the bar, passing a five-star hotel.

Christine slowed down, pulling over. "What's up?" "Those two..." I stared at a man and a woman who had been cozy at the hotel entrance and were walking inside arm in arm. "They look like Albert and Margaret!"

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