Back in the day, George, a grown man, dashed to buy sanitary pads—threw down a hundred dor bill without waiting for
change, and hopped into a luxury car—that was an unusual scene, which impressed people.
“Nothing else has been found for now.”
But Arabe already had her suspicions. She was certain that the masterminds weren''t George and Jennifer. After finishing the
call, she made her way to the detention center, requesting to see Beverly specifically.
When Beverly was brought out, her eyes were calm, almost serene, like a tranquilke, and she exuded an aura of peace.
Arabe waited for her to sit before taking her ce across the table. She studied Beverly''sposed and gentle demeanor, a
presence that neither boasted nor hid anything, her emotions as still as the surface of a cid pond.
“How have you been?” Beverly was the first to speak.
“I''m doing well,” Arabe replied, looking into her eyes with a soft concern. “Auntie, have you settled in alright here?”
“You still call me ‘Auntie’?” A ripple crossed Beverly''s still waters, her gaze on her niece filled withyers ofplicated feelings.
“I''m doing fine.”
After all, the Collins family hadn''t torn her apart for her unforgivable sins, nor had they made things difficult for her inside. She
was already incredibly fortunate.
“How are your grandparents and parents doing recently?” Beverly asked with concern.
“They''re all well,” Arabe answered, her voice steady and sincere.
“That''s good.”
“Frederica and Alma are doing well too,” Arabe seemed to know what she was worried about and offered the information. “On
Memorial Day, they came to pay their respects, and for our family reunion day, my parents invited them over for the barbecue,
and they came.”
Because they were innocent, Keh and Louisa did not me them.
Beverly hadn''t expected her brother and sister-inw to still include her children in family gatherings. Tears suddenly welled up in
her eyes.
“At other times, Frederica is still studying abroad, and Alma is in school here. Before you turned yourselves in, you left them that
house. Alma sometimes stays there on weekends.”
Beverly''s tears fell. She hadn''t expected her niece to share these things with her.
“Alma can cook and do the dishes by herself now. Auntie, you can rest assured, she’s taking good care of herself.”
Beverly was moved to tears again. “Thank you.”
Her voice was choked, and she struggled with her emotions. “Thank you all.”
Other than thanks, she didn’t know what else to say to express how touched she felt.
Both she and her husband were imprisoned, but Keh and Louisa hadn''t turned on them, nor had arranged for someone
inside to deal with them. Outside, no one bullied their children.
“Thank you foring to see me and telling me all this.” Beverly''sst traces of worry dissipated.
“I have to go now, but I''lle to visit you again,” Arabe didn’t stay much longer.
Beverly nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.
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Arabe paused, turning to look at her.
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