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That morning, Yunice packed up some prepared food and left the clinic early, locking up behind her. Gill didn’t ask where she was going, and she didn’t follow.
Yunice drove off in Gill’s car and headed to a psychiatric hospital..
This ce was nothing like the private asylum she’d stayed in before. That one catered <b>to </b>the rich, this one was <b>a </b>shelter for refugees with mental illness.
It was free, which said all there was to say about the resources they had.
Yunice carefully avoided the messes of feces and urine scattered across the floor as she made her way past patients who reached out at her from where they sat, sprawled on the ground–some clearly unstable, others possibly faking it.
Eventually, she arrived at a small room. This room was much cleaner and morefortable than. the crowded dormitories outside. It was bright and tidy, with sunlight filtering in.
Yunice had slipped the staff some money to make sure it stayed this way.
“Grandma…” she called softly and had a warm tone.
The elderly woman sitting by the window turned her head in surprise, reaching out eagerly. “Lauren, it’s been so long! Come here, let me feel your face…”
Her name was Melina. Her skin was in decent condition, but her hair had gonepletely white, giving her the appearance of someone well into old age. Her features still held a trace of the grace and softness she must’ve had in her youth–but those pale, clouded, misshapen eyes made her look uncanny.
Yunice stepped closer and leaned in so Melina could touch her face.
Melina’s unseeing eyes stared straight ahead as her coarse fingers gently traced Yunice’s features.
Then her voice deepened with concern. “You’ve lost weight… Your uncle and aunt aren’t feeding you again, are they?”
“No,” Yunice said with a smile, standing upright and opening the food container. Her voice was calm. “I’m all grown up now. I’ve got a job. My uncle and aunt can’t control me anymore<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Melina let out a sigh of relief as she epted the bowl Yunice handed her. “Lauren, you have to make something of yourself. One day, you’ve got to get even–really get even.<b>” </b>
Yunice looked at her, weighed down by her thoughts, and slowly sat down. “Grandma, I’m about to get promoted <b>at </b>work. They’re sending me abroad. The pay will be better, but… if I go overseas, I won’t have time to visit you anymore.”
Melina raised her brows in delight. “A promotion? That’s wonderful! You deserve to <b>soar </b>to new heights!”
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Melina shook her head without hesitation. “No, no. I’m staying right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Yunice had asked her this many times before. Every time, the answer had been the same.
Even if she tricked her into moving somewhere nicer, Melina would find a way back here, back to this ce.
Melina was still smiling, still thrilled about Lauren’s promotion, happily eating the food Yunice had brought. But those sightless eyes… they were deeply unsettling.
“Yunice.” The door burst open without warning. Owen and Paul appeared in the doorway, eyes locked on Yunice.
She froze, instinctively standing as her brows drew tightly together. How <i>did </i><i>they </i><i>find </i>this ce? <i>Did </i>they spot my <i>car</i>? Just a coincidence?
Yunice gripped the edge of the table; her fingers tensed with uncertainty. She couldn’t tell what they were here for.
Before anyone could speak, Melina broke the silence. She set her bowl down and greeted them warmly. “Is that you, Owen and Paul?”
Owen responded with a heavy hum, but his eyes never left Yunice.
Melina said, “Did I just hear you say Yunice’s name? Lauren talks about her all the time. She says Yunice is her best friend, always looking out for her. Did shee today too?”
Her face glowed with hope; she clearly wanted <b>to </b>thank Yunice in person.
But Owen was still staring at Yunice. He finally said, “Grandma, Yunice didn’te. We’re here for your granddaughter, Lauren. We heard she’s getting promoted and heading abroad. We came
to celebrate.”
Yunice’s grip on the table suddenly loosened. A wave of exhaustion washed over her down to her bones. They knew everything. Owen <i>and </i><i>Paul </i>knew it all.
Melina couldn’t see. She really thought these men were Lauren’s friends.
But Owen’s gaze was suffocating. He was daring Yunice. <i>Are </i><i>you </i><i>really </i>going to <i>keep </i>hiding <i>here</i>?
Yunice drew <b>a </b>slow breath, then spoke in her dialect. “Grandma, I’m going to meet with my friends. I’lle see you next time.”
She clenched her fists and hurried out of the hospital.
It wasn’t until she ducked into a deserted alley that she finally turned and exploded. “You two cling to me like maggots on a bone. When are you going to <b>stop</b><b>?</b>”
Owen wasn’t impressed with her outburst. “I looked into your time at the asylum. I know everything about you and Lauren. If you want to keep screaming<b>, </b><b>go </b>ahead.”
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Owen took her back to the Saunders mansion. On the way, Yunice nced at Paul in the passenger <b>seat</b>..
Her expression said it all. <i>Why </i>did <i>you </i><i>bring </i>him?
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