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Chapter 8

My mom lay quietly on the hospital bed, the lingering purple and blue bruises from last night still visible around her neck.

At the sight of her, I couldn't help but float over and gently tried to embrace her shoulders.

“You’re so silly, Mom. You have a life ahead of you. Why can’t you live it properly?”

When my mom noticed Chandler, her fists tightened into balls, and she cast him a look filled with hatred.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, then coughed heavily.

Chandler stood in the doorway, and for the first time, he seemed cautious and uncertain.

He looked pale and utterly exhausted. “Mother… when did Mariah..?”

My mom burst into laughter at his words. “Chandler, oh, Chandler, do you finally believe that Mariah is dead?”

“Do you still remember how I begged you that day?” My mom exerted every ounce of strength she had to sit up and glare at him.

“I pleaded with you, saying Mariah was dying and wanted to see you one last time, to say a few words to you and what di
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