Dahlia. “October 6, 2008,” My whole system shut down for a second after hearing her call the numbers. That is the most dreadful day of my life, the first day I started being outspoken and the day I would bury in my heart until I die. But she knew about it, which was surprising. “How….how did you know?” I stuttered. My hands were shaking as I looked at her, and I tried to think of ways she could have found out. Nobody except me and the other guy who’s probably rolling in his grave knows about this. This is supposed to be my secret, something I take to my grave so how the fuck did this street woman know about it? She smirked, “Like I told you, Delilah, I know more about you than you can think,” “Stop repeating the same word again and again, I want to know the truth. Who told you about it, is it Maxwell? Did that bastard leave a will behind before he died?” I asked. “Look Delilah…..” “Stop calling me that! My name isn’t ‘that’ it’s Dahlia,” I yelled hysterically. She’s m
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