The old building''s light bulb had fizzled out, leaving the room pitch ck. Phoebe was chilling on the sofa, feeling the cold wind sneaking in from every crack, hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was freezing her butt off.


    Phoebe shut her eyes, and bam, that old yellowed newspaper popped into her mind. Harper was there, grinning like a fool, looking at her all sweet.


    Phoebe grabbed her head, burying it deep in her arms, feeling like crap.


    She thought, ''Dad, is Donovan for real? Did Brandon really kill you?''


    Phoebe was a mess. She couldn''t wrap her head around it, but she had zilch to prove Donovan was full of it.


    Even if Donovan was clueless, he wouldn''t joke about his dad getting whacked. But if it was true, could she and Theodore keep living like this?@@novelbin@@


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