NO! NO! No! No…”

Charlotte wept in excess over her father’s still form.

She did nothing to stop the tears. She knew what had caused this horrible event…

“Charlotte, dear, please go finish cleaning your room. I know this is a bad time, but…”

Charlotte never gave her “step-mother” a chance to finish.

Even before her step-mother hit the floor amidst her scattered, broken teeth, Charlotte was already out the door.

She had never imagined something could feel so good! Punching her stepmother…

And then the emotions released themselves threefold.

Who was she kidding? It didn’t matter that she punched the vile woman laying in her home. It didn’t matter, because her father was already dead!

Charlotte engrossed herself in her tears once again, and she cradled her knees in an attempt to stop the agony.

A while later, a face popped in front of Charlotte, blurry from the tears.

But the voice was unmistakable.

“Charlotte…?” began Louise. “I need to talk to you. It’s urgent!”

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