Abigail was on the edge. "He's avoiding me? I'll just have to find him myself." She headed back inside.Just a few days ago, Lydia had pointed out that the third floor was off-limits, a private area. But Abigail was sure that if Xander was in the villa, he would be hiding there. Determined, she headed straight to the third floor, unchallenged. It led to the master bedroom, a massive suite that was neat and organized but strangely lifeless, as if no one really lived there. It lacked any personal touch that Abigail could recognize. A sinking feeling began to gnaw at her.'Could the online gossip about Xander's death actually be true? Maybe Ron was correct, and Xander is no longer with us.'Suddenly, a wave of sharp, numbing pain overwhelmed Abigail, leaving her too weak to stand. Murmuring to herself, she asked, "Did I arrive too late? Did I learn the truth only after it was too late?" But unexpectedly, as she turned around, she was greeted by a very familiar face. "Grandma?"Margare
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