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đRead the next chaptersđ | Chapter 1 "Congratulations, Miss Kings," Dr. Andrew said as he reviewed my test results. "Youâre six weeks pre-gnant." "Six weeks preg-nant?" I repeated in shock, trying to process the news. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Iâm sure," he confirmed with a knowing smile. I had known deep down that the possibility existed, considering my intimate relationship with Colin, but the reality of it still caught me off guard. "If I may ask, the father here with you? If yes, he should be here as well." I shook my head slowly, "He's busy with work and couldn't make it today." Dr. Andrew sighed. "I see. Well, make sure you get plenty of rest, and remember to come for regular checkups for your baby's safety.â I nodded and accepted the test results, clutching them tightly as I left the hospital. Though the news came as a shock, joy now filled me. I smiled and rubbed what would eventually be a baby bump, already feeling a connection with the little one. Once outside, I reached into my bag and retrieved my cell phone to call Colin, my fiancĂ© and the love of my life, to share the life-changing news with him. Colin and I had been inseparable since our college days at Boston Hills, where our love had blossomed. His recent proposal had filled me with so much happiness and hope for our future, and I knew our wedding day wasnât far off. A smile tugged at the corners of my li-ps as I reflected back on the day we first met, a moment etched forever in my memory. I had stumbled down a flight of stairs, only to awaken in the school hospital with Colin by my side, his concerned gaze never leaving me. The sight of him had ignited a spark within me. The look in his eyes, coupled with the caring way he spoke to me regarding the injuries I had sustained, made my heart skip thousands of beats in seconds. Afterward, I met him for some time. But he was with a woman named Page back then. It wasnât until after she moved to England that I mustered the courage to confess my feelings to Colin. To my surprise, he had accepted my affection, telling me he felt the same way. It was one of the happiest days of my life! A text message notification chimed, pulling me out of my reverie. I smiled when I saw it was from Colin. He must have been thinking about me, too. I opened the message: âDeliver my Game project files to Zeal restaurant, Room 501. Now. Make it snappy. No delay.â My heart sank. Though Colin was cold and powerful, and Iâd grown accustomed to that aspect of his character, I couldn't help but feel disappointed at his curt tone. I shook it off, though. It didnât mean he didnât love me. He did. It was just his way. Though it would have been nice if had at least asked about my day instead of going straight to the point. But maybe it was for the best. This way, I could tell him about the baby face to face before handing over the files. I couldnât wait to see his happy expression when he heard the news. Once home, I found the documents Colin had requested and placed them securely in my bag before leaving for Zeal restaurant. As I was about to step out of the door, the sky opened up and rain poured down. âWhy now?â I muttered. âWhy when Colin needs this?â Despite the lousy weather, I needed to get the paperwork to him. So after only a brief moment of hesitation, I grabbed my car keys. Besides, the thought of sharing my good news with Colin in person kept me excited. I couldnât wait to see his reaction. He was always so busy; he rarely had time to express emotions. But his eyes always showed how he felt, and I just knew theyâd sparkle when I told him. I dashed through the downpour to my car, then navigated to Zeal restaurant with the windshield wipers flapping furiously, barely able to keep up. So much came down so fast, the street began to flood. Still, I pulled into Zealâs parking lot in less than an hour. The main building seemed like a distant trek from where I parked. With a heavy sigh, I unfolded my umbrella and set off, battling the wind until my umbrella succumbed, leaving me drenched. By the time I reached the restaurant entrance, my sopping wet clothes clung uncomfortably to my skin, some parts a little too revealing. I didnât have time to worry about that. Instead, I hurried to the nearest waitress and asked her to direct me to VIP Room 501. The waitress looked me up and down, then scowled before she told me to follow her. A minute later, she gestured to a door with the appropriate number. As I raised my hand to push the door open, familiar voices from within made me pause. âAre you getting married, Colin?â a voice I knew asked. It was David, Colinâs best buddy. âDon't be ridiculous,â Colin replied. âSelenaâs just a plaything. I'm not marrying her. Not now. Not ever.â Chapter 2 The hand I had held up to push the door open fell at Colinâs words. âA plaything?â I repeated in a whisper. I was nothing but a plaything to him? How could that be? My heart constricted, my love and commitment to him shattering in an instant. But that was just the beginning. I moved closer to the door, almost putting my ear against it. âI thought you were into her?â David said, though it was more of a question than a statement. âYeah, as a se.x toy,â Colin declared callously. âShe thinks I love her, but she forced our relationship, I never asked her out. It was all on her. I played along and proposed to her because⊠well, I liked her as bed warmer. Colin's response, cold and devoid of remorse, struck me, each word like a stab in my heart. How could I have been so ignorant? Thank goodness Iâd never told him who I was. Heâd never connected my last name with the Kingsâ group, either, so he knew nothing of my social status or my familyâs wealth. The conversation continued with a female voice chiming in. âOh, Colin, how can you even stoop so low to date a girl like that? Even after all these years, youâre more handsome than ever. You should be with someone better.â As she spoke, the sultry voice became clear and brought back memories I wished to forget. I suddenly felt cold at the realization that Colinâs ex-girlfriend, Page, had returned, a possibility Iâd dreaded since early in my relationship with Colin. A short while after Colin and started dating, I accidentally saw a message on Colinâs phone from Page. It read: âColin, I know youâre angry with me for moving to England. But I had no choice. My father said it was in my best interest, and I knew he was right. Iâll come back, though. I surely will, I know you love me, and I love you too.â I clenched my fists in frustration. It had been years since that incident. Fvcking years! And now she was back, reappearing in our lives like a ghost from the past. As tears welled in my eyes, I couldn't resist moving even closer to the door, pressing my ear against it to catch every word. David stunned me when he asked, âSo now that Page is back, is it time for you to break up with Selena?â How quickly he turned on me as well. âSpeaking of Selena,â he continued, âwhere the heck is she? Wasnât she supposed to deliver that file to you?â âMaybe sheâs dressing up for you?â Page suggested, mockingly. âDousing herself in perfume and plastering on some makeup to impress you, so she can warm your bed again tonight?â âIt is getting awfully cold,â Colin said in retort, and all three of them burst into laughter. Embarrassment, confusion, and hurt plagued me as I stood there, grappling with the realization that I had become the subject of their cruel jokes. I felt the urge to confront Colin and demand answers, but self-doubt held me back. I hesitated, tor-n between the desire to tell him off and the fear of facing further humiliation. After a solid minute of silently battling my emotions, I walked away with a heavy heart. My tears poured down just like the rain, the two blending together. Each step I took toward my vehicle felt like hard labor. Once inside the car, I retrieved the pragnancy test from my bag, and my heart crumbled. I broke down into sobs, the echoes of my anguish mingling with the battering of heavy rain on the carâs roof. After what seemed like an eternity, I wiped my tears and composed myself. It was time to face the harsh truth and make a decision that would change my life. The plan was clear in my mind; I needed to gather my strength, pack my belongings, and break up with Colin. The rain fell harder drowning out the roar of the engine as I sped away. Memories of Colin and me, each one a sharp pain in my already wounded heart, flashed through my mind. Tears emerged once again, blurring my vision. I kept my grip tight on the steering wheel. Why had he made me his plaything when he could have just told me to leave? Why did he have to break my heart like this? A sharp sound jolted me from my anguish right before the deafening impact of smashing into a trailer made my worldâand bodyâspin out of control. My car somersaulted in the air before crashing back to the ground. My entire body burst into pain, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. As the darkness of unconsciousness encroached upon my vision, I cursed the day I met Colin, then made a silent vow to myself; if I were ever given a second chance, I would never allow myself to fall in love with Colin Rogers. Chapter 3 Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyes fluttered open, and my ears were assaulted with the incessant beeping of machines. A sharp pain coursed through my head, and I cried out before pulling myself together. I mustered the strength to survey my surroundings. My eyes landed on my mom, sitting by my side with a warm hand on mine. âSweetie, you're finally awake!â she said with a mix of relief and happiness in her voice. I lifted my eyes to hers, only to meet a sight that shocked me. My mom, who usually maintained a beautiful appearance, now appeared disheveled, with tracks of tears running down her cheeks. Still, she smiled. But then I remembered the most important thing and my hand went to my stomach without any further thought. My eyes grew wide as I looked at my mom once again. Her expression answered my unspoken questions before she even got the words out. âDon't be sad, Sweetie. You can try again.â âMy baby?â I whispered, still touching my belly, wishing I could feel some sign of another life. None existed. Still, I couldnât seem to bring myself to believe it. âI lost my baby?â I repeated the words in a painful echo. A second later, the unbearable pain of loss unlike any other hit me. My tears flowed freely and quickly. Despite the physical pain that wracked my body, it was the loss of that tiny life, a life that had only just begun, that pierced me most, leaving an indelible mark on my shattered heart. My mom crumbled and cried with me. Witnessing her, my pillar of strength, reduced to wracking sobs, made me close my eyes painfully in sorrow and shame. Amidst the overwhelming pain in my heart, harsh full-body pain suddenly plagued me. I felt hot inside, as if every fiber of my being was being consumed by flames. The torment left me shaking vigorously and gasping for air. But I couldn't breathe. Then a violent cough wracked my body, and blood spilled from my mouth, staining the white hospital sheets. An overwhelming sense of impending death came over me. My motherâs face went pale before she raced out of the room, yelling, âDoctor!â The world around me dimmed. No! I couldnât die like this. The room darkened, and everything around me faded to black. ********** As I came to, I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head. My mother and my best friend, Lisa, were by my bedside. âSheâs back!â said my mom, clutching Lisaâs arm. âSheâs back! Hurry. Go tell the doctor!â Lisa acknowledged her, then raced out of the room. âBack?â I asked, groggily. A nurse rushed into the room and to my side. âMs. Kings, good to have you with us again. How are you feeling? Can you look at me?â I slowly turned my head in her direction, only to see a doctorâs blurry form walked into the room behind her. They spent a while checking my vitals, asking me a bunch of questions, then having me do things like raise my hands and point to my nose. I asked them questions, too. With their answers, I learned I had been in a coma. As their examination progress, I became less groggy and more alert. Eventually, they gave me the green light to sit up and spend some time with Mom and Lisa, both of whom were thrilled to have me back. Apparently, Iâd given them quite a scare. But then, in the midst of our conversation, my mother said the oddest thing. âIâm surprised you havenât asked about Colin. But thatâs probably for the best. He still hasnât come to see you, the heartless bas-tard.â âColin?â I repeated. âWhoâs Colin?â Chapter 4 After exchanging wide-eyed and shocked expressions with my mother, Lisa turned to me and said, âColin is your fiancĂ©, Selena.â My brow furrowed, and I peered at her quizzically as I tried, unsuccessfully, to recall someone named Colin. I shook my head slowly. âDoctor!â my mom screamed, scaring the he-ll out of me. âDoctor!â Lisa merely stared at me with a concerned expression. âYou donât remember?â she asked with hesitation. My mother rushed back into the room with a doctor in tow. âShe canât remember her own fiancĂ©!â âItâs all right,â he said, patting her arm soothingly. âMemory loss sometimes happens with accidents, but itâs usually temporary. So letâs not rush to panic. Let me check her out, okay?â He peered at her with kind eyes. She nodded and her expression softened. âOkay.â The doctor approached me and asked if I remembered him. When I told him I did, he asked if I knew where I was before I found myself in the hospital. âI was...â I struggled to recall but couldn't. He asked several other questions: my full name and date of birth, my address, who the president was, if I remembered the nurse, and the current date.â My answer to the last questionâthe seventh of Juneâhad him, Mom, and Lisa exchanging glances. âThat's the date she got into the accident!â my mom interjected. âAccident?â I turned to look at my mom, but Dr. Andrew redirected my attention back to him. âStay focused on me,â he instructed. He asked a few more questions about the recent past, Then asked where I met my fiancĂ©, while shifting his eyes between Lisa and me. I shrugged, then looked at Lisa, giving her my full attention. I was quite interested in hearing her answer, considering I had no recollection of a fiancĂ©. âThey met when she fell down a flight of stairs back in college. He saved her and took her to the school hospital,â Lisa said. Yes! âI remember falling down the stairs,â I said with entirely too much joy, considering we were talking about me taking a pretty bad spill. âGood. Good,â Dr. Andrew said. âAnd what happened after you fell?â âI woke up in the school hospital,â I murmured, though the memory was fuzzy. My brow furrowed as I tried to piece together what had happened from there. Dr. Andrew asked if anyone was at the hospital with me back then, but I couldnât recall. âColin was there,â Lisa said. âThat's where you two met. It was when you became interested in him.â I shook my head. âNo one else was there. I woke up alone.â âIt's okay,â Dr. Andrew replied. âThis happens sometimes.â He turned to my mother and Lisa. âAs you can probably discern, sheâs lost a portion of her memories⊠specifically those that involve her fiancĂ© it would seem.â âHow is that possible?â Lisa asked. âThey met six years ago and started dating a year later. Thatâs a lot to forget.â Lisa met my eyes, and I shrugged. âMaybe forgetting him is a good thing?â I asked with some trepidation, trying to be optimistic. âIt appears sheâs doing well otherwise, though,â Dr. Andrew said, then shifted from Mom and Lisa to me. âAnd thatâs a very good thing.â He gave me a wide smile. âAlso, as I mentioned, memory loss after head trauma is not always permanent. Your brain may need time to heal and reestablish connections, and some aspects of memory loss might take longer to recover. But many patients find that their memory improves significantly over time.â âOkay,â I said, unsure what to think. He gave me a nod, then turned to Mom and Lisa and did the same before he left the room. I asked Lisa and my mom, âIf I really have a fiancĂ©, then where is he?â âWell, you may not have been wrong in thinking that forgetting him might be for the best,â Lisa said. âWhy?â I asked, seeking to understand what my life was all about. Lisa approached my bedside, held up her phone, and showed me a series of chats and voice notes Iâd sent her over the years. Each message, each tear-stained voice note, revealed heartache and turmoil, all stemming from a man named Colin, my supposed fiancĂ©. I listened to the sound of my own pain and sorrow, and it became clear that Colin had not reciprocated my love. Nor had he shown me the respect I deserved. âBut why did I stay?â I whispered, more to myself than to Lisa. Still, she answered. âThatâs a good question. Do you recall sending me a voicemail right before the accident?â Chapter 5 Lisa scrolled through her phone until she found the voicemail I sent her. The recording played, and each word, each scream, sounded so painful. But I couldn't hear the words clearly. Still, I listened in stunned silence, grasping my che-st as the sorrow-filled cries from the recording painted a vivid picture of the pain I felt at that time. âThat was hel-l!â I gasped, my eyes wide. âSuch a man doesn't deserve my love,â I said bitterly. âI'll make sure to avoid him in the future and start anew.â ******* A MONTH LATER After a month in the hospital, I was finally discharged. My mom couldn't make it to pick me up, so Lisa helped me. âLet's go out and enjoy the evening, Selena.â Lisa suggested excitedly as we arrived home from the hospital. âIâd love that,â I said. âThe hospital has been suffocating!â Although I wasn't very strong yet, I still needed some fresh air. We quickly got dressed and headed out a short while later. Soon after that, we arrived at a club named MX Bar/Club. Lisa took the lead. We walked in, and the place looked empty aside from the bartender. âHow can this place be so empââ âSurprise!â My friends appeared from out of nowhere, all smiling and cheering. My eyes grew wide as I took in the sight. I looked at Lisa. âYou planned this?â âYou survived a terrible accident and we almost lost you, so of course, I did.â No wonder she was busier than usual leading up to my discharge. I stood, overwhelmed by the outpouring of love as balloons popped and shouts of âHurray!â rang throughout the room. âCongratulations, Selena. So happy youâre still with us,â one of my friends said, while giving me a hug. One at time, they offered their warm welcomes and well-wishes. Amidst the crowd, Jasper Santos approached me. âSo glad you survived, Selena.â His words came out soft and soothing. âOh, Jasper!â I exclaimed, feeling the warmth from the way he looked at me. I couldn't help but give him a broad smile, recalling the care heâd always shown me during our college days. His face had matured over the years, and he was more handsome than ever with his striking appearance. âCan we sit over there?â Jasper asked, gesturing towards a cozy spot at the bar. I followed his gaze and then met his eyes and nodded. âSure,â I replied. We made our way to the stools and settled down. Eager to catch up after years apart, I asked him about his life. âI've been in London all these years,â he said. âMy main company is out there, but I have a branch here, too. So I'm back in Boston Hills now.â âYour company?â I probed, intrigued. âI'm the CEO of ByteForge Technology.â âThe famous tech company that got listed?â I exclaimed, impressed. He told me all about his company and gave me the highlights about his life as we enjoyed a few drinks. It felt great, yet different, hearing so much from him because, previously, all weâd done was exchange greetings and nods. As we talked, the crowd became livelier around us, with many dancing. Eventually, Jasper set his wine glass down and extended his hand. âCan I have this dance?â I met his eyes and accepted his offer with a smile. Together, we made our way to the bustling dance floor. His hand settled on my waist, and I placed mine on his chest as we swayed to the music. Amidst the swirl of movement and laughter, my eyes caught sight of a man in the distance. Unlike the others who danced around us, he stood still, his gaze fixed on me. Something about the way he looked at me made me uncomfortable. I quickly averted my eyes and focused on the dance with Jasper, trying to shake off the unease. Yet, I could still feel the man staring, so I couldnât stop myself from looking again. My eyes locked with the manâs once more. Unease washed over me a second time, the angry look on his face squeezing my insides. He pulled his suit jacket off and walked onto the dance floor. Before I could fully comprehend the situation, he forcefully pulled Jasper away from me and shoved him aside. He placed his suit jacket over my shoulders before seizing my hand. âAre you out of your mind, Selena? How dare you dance here?â he said, his words leaving me stunned. âSir, please let go of me!â I pleaded, pulling my hand from his. Jasper intervened and tried to push the man away. However, instead of backing down, the man punched Jasper, delivering a blow so forceful it sent Jasper crashing to the ground. I wrenched my hand fr-ee of the manâs grasp and rushed to Jasper's side. But the man grabbed my hand once more. âThat's enough, Selena! 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Yes | 2024-11-16 20:33 | active | 1827 | 0 | Werewolves born with alpha blood became Lycans and were genetically predisposed to be stronger, faster, and bigger than other werewolves. | âAll right, class, make sure you address your envelopes the way I demonstrated on the board, and be sure to seal them properly before you leave them on my desk. I plan to put them in the mail to Colorado today after school, so hopefully by next week you will have an answer back from your pen pal! Now please, pack up your bags, and line up at the door in a single file line so we can head out to dismissal for today. Donât forget to put your letters on my desk!â I rolled my eyes at Mrs. Appletonâs words, exchanging an annoyed look with my best friend, Reid Thomas. He was just as unenthusiastic about this assignment as I was, but I knew I had to turn mine in. Otherwise, my dad, Alpha Harrison Stone, would make me run extra laps and do extra push-ups and sit-ups at training. He had high expectations and standards for my brother and me. Well, mostly me, since I would be the alpha of our pack someday. âWhat did you write?â Reid whispered to me while we both made our way down the aisles to drop our letters off on top of Mrs. Appletonâs desk. I shrugged. âI told whoever they are that I only wrote them because my dad would punish me if I got an F on an assignment that is as easy as writing a letter to a random person in another state.â Reid followed me back through the rows of desks to the back of the room, where we kept our backpacks. My black bag and his gray bag hung next to each other on the hooks below our names. Even though we were 6th graders, Mrs. Appleton liked to keep her classroom set up the same as all the primary grade classrooms. Alphabetized everything: seats, backpacks, book boxes, even our line when we left for recess and lunch. It was a little childish, but I was not the teacher, so I tried not to complain. Often. âI told mine to never write to me again,â Reid explained, throwing his backpack over one shoulder and placing his baseball cap backwards on his head. Hats werenât allowed inside, but somehow Reid always got away with wearing it. He would just flash his signature cheeky grin at the teachers and they would just pretend they didnât even notice he was breaking the rules. If it was me, on the other hand, everyone would notice and make a big fuss. Because Future Alpha Wesley Stone should always be the picture perfect student. Future Alpha Wesley Stone should lead by example, even at only 12. No pressure, right? âIâm just glad Mrs. Appleton isnât going to be reading them before she sends them to her sisterâs class. Can you imagine the volcanic eruption that would take place in my dadâs office if he got a call telling him what I wrote?â I flinched and grimaced, and Reid laughed. We were finally in our line, waiting for the bell to ring so we could make our way through the halls and off the campus, where the sprawling pack grounds waited for us to spend the rest of our day training and goofing around. It had always been my favorite time of day. Getting to be outside, running through the forest and then throwing a football or bouncing a basketball around with my friends â nothing could hurt that. The anticipation spreading between all of my classmates was high. Not only was it the end of the day, but it was also Friday, which meant two whole days with no school. What kid, human or werewolf, didnât love the weekend? The bell finally rang, and we all tried our best to not run out of the door. The kids at the front made a decent effort, but by the time Reid and I made it out, (with our last names being Stone and Thomas, we were always one of the last in line and out the door) we were all running, pushing past each other to be the first one through the gate at the front of the school near the office. With werewolves, almost everything ended up being a competition, especially between young males. Being the first student out of the gate had always been one of those things that everyone automatically fought for. It was an unspoken tradition. No one ever declared it was a race, it just was, and always had been. Even though I was still only twelve, and there were students one and two years older than me at our school, Iâd had the honor of being first out of the gate since I was eight. I think, at first, the other kids were scared to hurt me, afraid to be the one that made the future alpha come in second place. But at some point, I actually became the fastest. Part of it was genetics. Werewolves born with alpha blood became Lycans and were genetically predisposed to be stronger, faster, and bigger than other werewolves. But it was also because I trained harder and longer than any other kid in our pack. I reached the gate first â of course â followed closely by Reid and our other best friend, Nolan Shepard, who was one year older than us. Not far behind him was my little brother, Sebastian. Heâs two years younger than Reid and me, and three years younger than Nolan, but the four of us had been inseparable since we were pups. Our parents were the current leaders of our pack, and the four of us would take over for them in the future. Once we were ready, of course. And once I found my mate. âUgh, Nolan, be glad youâre a year older than us. Mrs. Appleton made us do this naive assignment. We have to write letters. To pen pals. 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đRead the next chaptersđ | Chapter 1 "Congratulations, Miss Kings," Dr. Andrew said as he reviewed my test results. "Youâre six weeks pre-gnant." "Six weeks preg-nant?" I repeated in shock, trying to process the news. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Iâm sure," he confirmed with a knowing smile. I had known deep down that the possibility existed, considering my intimate relationship with Colin, but the reality of it still caught me off guard. "If I may ask, the father here with you? If yes, he should be here as well." I shook my head slowly, "He's busy with work and couldn't make it today." Dr. Andrew sighed. "I see. Well, make sure you get plenty of rest, and remember to come for regular checkups for your baby's safety.â I nodded and accepted the test results, clutching them tightly as I left the hospital. Though the news came as a shock, joy now filled me. I smiled and rubbed what would eventually be a baby bump, already feeling a connection with the little one. Once outside, I reached into my bag and retrieved my cell phone to call Colin, my fiancĂ© and the love of my life, to share the life-changing news with him. Colin and I had been inseparable since our college days at Boston Hills, where our love had blossomed. His recent proposal had filled me with so much happiness and hope for our future, and I knew our wedding day wasnât far off. A smile tugged at the corners of my li-ps as I reflected back on the day we first met, a moment etched forever in my memory. I had stumbled down a flight of stairs, only to awaken in the school hospital with Colin by my side, his concerned gaze never leaving me. The sight of him had ignited a spark within me. The look in his eyes, coupled with the caring way he spoke to me regarding the injuries I had sustained, made my heart skip thousands of beats in seconds. Afterward, I met him for some time. But he was with a woman named Page back then. It wasnât until after she moved to England that I mustered the courage to confess my feelings to Colin. To my surprise, he had accepted my affection, telling me he felt the same way. It was one of the happiest days of my life! A text message notification chimed, pulling me out of my reverie. I smiled when I saw it was from Colin. He must have been thinking about me, too. I opened the message: âDeliver my Game project files to Zeal restaurant, Room 501. Now. Make it snappy. No delay.â My heart sank. Though Colin was cold and powerful, and Iâd grown accustomed to that aspect of his character, I couldn't help but feel disappointed at his curt tone. I shook it off, though. It didnât mean he didnât love me. He did. It was just his way. Though it would have been nice if had at least asked about my day instead of going straight to the point. But maybe it was for the best. This way, I could tell him about the baby face to face before handing over the files. I couldnât wait to see his happy expression when he heard the news. Once home, I found the documents Colin had requested and placed them securely in my bag before leaving for Zeal restaurant. As I was about to step out of the door, the sky opened up and rain poured down. âWhy now?â I muttered. âWhy when Colin needs this?â Despite the lousy weather, I needed to get the paperwork to him. So after only a brief moment of hesitation, I grabbed my car keys. Besides, the thought of sharing my good news with Colin in person kept me excited. I couldnât wait to see his reaction. He was always so busy; he rarely had time to express emotions. But his eyes always showed how he felt, and I just knew theyâd sparkle when I told him. I dashed through the downpour to my car, then navigated to Zeal restaurant with the windshield wipers flapping furiously, barely able to keep up. So much came down so fast, the street began to flood. Still, I pulled into Zealâs parking lot in less than an hour. The main building seemed like a distant trek from where I parked. With a heavy sigh, I unfolded my umbrella and set off, battling the wind until my umbrella succumbed, leaving me drenched. By the time I reached the restaurant entrance, my sopping wet clothes clung uncomfortably to my skin, some parts a little too revealing. I didnât have time to worry about that. Instead, I hurried to the nearest waitress and asked her to direct me to VIP Room 501. The waitress looked me up and down, then scowled before she told me to follow her. A minute later, she gestured to a door with the appropriate number. As I raised my hand to push the door open, familiar voices from within made me pause. âAre you getting married, Colin?â a voice I knew asked. It was David, Colinâs best buddy. âDon't be ridiculous,â Colin replied. âSelenaâs just a plaything. I'm not marrying her. Not now. Not ever.â Chapter 2 The hand I had held up to push the door open fell at Colinâs words. âA plaything?â I repeated in a whisper. I was nothing but a plaything to him? How could that be? My heart constricted, my love and commitment to him shattering in an instant. But that was just the beginning. I moved closer to the door, almost putting my ear against it. âI thought you were into her?â David said, though it was more of a question than a statement. âYeah, as a se.x toy,â Colin declared callously. âShe thinks I love her, but she forced our relationship, I never asked her out. It was all on her. I played along and proposed to her because⊠well, I liked her as bed warmer. Colin's response, cold and devoid of remorse, struck me, each word like a stab in my heart. How could I have been so ignorant? Thank goodness Iâd never told him who I was. Heâd never connected my last name with the Kingsâ group, either, so he knew nothing of my social status or my familyâs wealth. The conversation continued with a female voice chiming in. âOh, Colin, how can you even stoop so low to date a girl like that? Even after all these years, youâre more handsome than ever. You should be with someone better.â As she spoke, the sultry voice became clear and brought back memories I wished to forget. I suddenly felt cold at the realization that Colinâs ex-girlfriend, Page, had returned, a possibility Iâd dreaded since early in my relationship with Colin. A short while after Colin and started dating, I accidentally saw a message on Colinâs phone from Page. It read: âColin, I know youâre angry with me for moving to England. But I had no choice. My father said it was in my best interest, and I knew he was right. Iâll come back, though. I surely will, I know you love me, and I love you too.â I clenched my fists in frustration. It had been years since that incident. Fvcking years! And now she was back, reappearing in our lives like a ghost from the past. As tears welled in my eyes, I couldn't resist moving even closer to the door, pressing my ear against it to catch every word. David stunned me when he asked, âSo now that Page is back, is it time for you to break up with Selena?â How quickly he turned on me as well. âSpeaking of Selena,â he continued, âwhere the heck is she? Wasnât she supposed to deliver that file to you?â âMaybe sheâs dressing up for you?â Page suggested, mockingly. âDousing herself in perfume and plastering on some makeup to impress you, so she can warm your bed again tonight?â âIt is getting awfully cold,â Colin said in retort, and all three of them burst into laughter. Embarrassment, confusion, and hurt plagued me as I stood there, grappling with the realization that I had become the subject of their cruel jokes. I felt the urge to confront Colin and demand answers, but self-doubt held me back. I hesitated, tor-n between the desire to tell him off and the fear of facing further humiliation. After a solid minute of silently battling my emotions, I walked away with a heavy heart. My tears poured down just like the rain, the two blending together. Each step I took toward my vehicle felt like hard labor. Once inside the car, I retrieved the pragnancy test from my bag, and my heart crumbled. I broke down into sobs, the echoes of my anguish mingling with the battering of heavy rain on the carâs roof. After what seemed like an eternity, I wiped my tears and composed myself. It was time to face the harsh truth and make a decision that would change my life. The plan was clear in my mind; I needed to gather my strength, pack my belongings, and break up with Colin. The rain fell harder drowning out the roar of the engine as I sped away. Memories of Colin and me, each one a sharp pain in my already wounded heart, flashed through my mind. Tears emerged once again, blurring my vision. I kept my grip tight on the steering wheel. Why had he made me his plaything when he could have just told me to leave? Why did he have to break my heart like this? A sharp sound jolted me from my anguish right before the deafening impact of smashing into a trailer made my worldâand bodyâspin out of control. My car somersaulted in the air before crashing back to the ground. My entire body burst into pain, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. As the darkness of unconsciousness encroached upon my vision, I cursed the day I met Colin, then made a silent vow to myself; if I were ever given a second chance, I would never allow myself to fall in love with Colin Rogers. Chapter 3 Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyes fluttered open, and my ears were assaulted with the incessant beeping of machines. A sharp pain coursed through my head, and I cried out before pulling myself together. I mustered the strength to survey my surroundings. My eyes landed on my mom, sitting by my side with a warm hand on mine. âSweetie, you're finally awake!â she said with a mix of relief and happiness in her voice. I lifted my eyes to hers, only to meet a sight that shocked me. My mom, who usually maintained a beautiful appearance, now appeared disheveled, with tracks of tears running down her cheeks. Still, she smiled. But then I remembered the most important thing and my hand went to my stomach without any further thought. My eyes grew wide as I looked at my mom once again. Her expression answered my unspoken questions before she even got the words out. âDon't be sad, Sweetie. You can try again.â âMy baby?â I whispered, still touching my belly, wishing I could feel some sign of another life. None existed. Still, I couldnât seem to bring myself to believe it. âI lost my baby?â I repeated the words in a painful echo. A second later, the unbearable pain of loss unlike any other hit me. My tears flowed freely and quickly. Despite the physical pain that wracked my body, it was the loss of that tiny life, a life that had only just begun, that pierced me most, leaving an indelible mark on my shattered heart. My mom crumbled and cried with me. Witnessing her, my pillar of strength, reduced to wracking sobs, made me close my eyes painfully in sorrow and shame. Amidst the overwhelming pain in my heart, harsh full-body pain suddenly plagued me. I felt hot inside, as if every fiber of my being was being consumed by flames. The torment left me shaking vigorously and gasping for air. But I couldn't breathe. Then a violent cough wracked my body, and blood spilled from my mouth, staining the white hospital sheets. An overwhelming sense of impending death came over me. My motherâs face went pale before she raced out of the room, yelling, âDoctor!â The world around me dimmed. No! I couldnât die like this. The room darkened, and everything around me faded to black. ********** As I came to, I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head. My mother and my best friend, Lisa, were by my bedside. âSheâs back!â said my mom, clutching Lisaâs arm. âSheâs back! Hurry. Go tell the doctor!â Lisa acknowledged her, then raced out of the room. âBack?â I asked, groggily. A nurse rushed into the room and to my side. âMs. Kings, good to have you with us again. How are you feeling? Can you look at me?â I slowly turned my head in her direction, only to see a doctorâs blurry form walked into the room behind her. They spent a while checking my vitals, asking me a bunch of questions, then having me do things like raise my hands and point to my nose. I asked them questions, too. With their answers, I learned I had been in a coma. As their examination progress, I became less groggy and more alert. Eventually, they gave me the green light to sit up and spend some time with Mom and Lisa, both of whom were thrilled to have me back. Apparently, Iâd given them quite a scare. But then, in the midst of our conversation, my mother said the oddest thing. âIâm surprised you havenât asked about Colin. But thatâs probably for the best. He still hasnât come to see you, the heartless bas-tard.â âColin?â I repeated. âWhoâs Colin?â Chapter 4 After exchanging wide-eyed and shocked expressions with my mother, Lisa turned to me and said, âColin is your fiancĂ©, Selena.â My brow furrowed, and I peered at her quizzically as I tried, unsuccessfully, to recall someone named Colin. I shook my head slowly. âDoctor!â my mom screamed, scaring the he-ll out of me. âDoctor!â Lisa merely stared at me with a concerned expression. âYou donât remember?â she asked with hesitation. My mother rushed back into the room with a doctor in tow. âShe canât remember her own fiancĂ©!â âItâs all right,â he said, patting her arm soothingly. âMemory loss sometimes happens with accidents, but itâs usually temporary. So letâs not rush to panic. Let me check her out, okay?â He peered at her with kind eyes. She nodded and her expression softened. âOkay.â The doctor approached me and asked if I remembered him. When I told him I did, he asked if I knew where I was before I found myself in the hospital. âI was...â I struggled to recall but couldn't. He asked several other questions: my full name and date of birth, my address, who the president was, if I remembered the nurse, and the current date.â My answer to the last questionâthe seventh of Juneâhad him, Mom, and Lisa exchanging glances. âThat's the date she got into the accident!â my mom interjected. âAccident?â I turned to look at my mom, but Dr. Andrew redirected my attention back to him. âStay focused on me,â he instructed. He asked a few more questions about the recent past, Then asked where I met my fiancĂ©, while shifting his eyes between Lisa and me. I shrugged, then looked at Lisa, giving her my full attention. I was quite interested in hearing her answer, considering I had no recollection of a fiancĂ©. âThey met when she fell down a flight of stairs back in college. He saved her and took her to the school hospital,â Lisa said. Yes! âI remember falling down the stairs,â I said with entirely too much joy, considering we were talking about me taking a pretty bad spill. âGood. Good,â Dr. Andrew said. âAnd what happened after you fell?â âI woke up in the school hospital,â I murmured, though the memory was fuzzy. My brow furrowed as I tried to piece together what had happened from there. Dr. Andrew asked if anyone was at the hospital with me back then, but I couldnât recall. âColin was there,â Lisa said. âThat's where you two met. It was when you became interested in him.â I shook my head. âNo one else was there. I woke up alone.â âIt's okay,â Dr. Andrew replied. âThis happens sometimes.â He turned to my mother and Lisa. âAs you can probably discern, sheâs lost a portion of her memories⊠specifically those that involve her fiancĂ© it would seem.â âHow is that possible?â Lisa asked. âThey met six years ago and started dating a year later. Thatâs a lot to forget.â Lisa met my eyes, and I shrugged. âMaybe forgetting him is a good thing?â I asked with some trepidation, trying to be optimistic. âIt appears sheâs doing well otherwise, though,â Dr. Andrew said, then shifted from Mom and Lisa to me. âAnd thatâs a very good thing.â He gave me a wide smile. âAlso, as I mentioned, memory loss after head trauma is not always permanent. Your brain may need time to heal and reestablish connections, and some aspects of memory loss might take longer to recover. But many patients find that their memory improves significantly over time.â âOkay,â I said, unsure what to think. He gave me a nod, then turned to Mom and Lisa and did the same before he left the room. I asked Lisa and my mom, âIf I really have a fiancĂ©, then where is he?â âWell, you may not have been wrong in thinking that forgetting him might be for the best,â Lisa said. âWhy?â I asked, seeking to understand what my life was all about. Lisa approached my bedside, held up her phone, and showed me a series of chats and voice notes Iâd sent her over the years. Each message, each tear-stained voice note, revealed heartache and turmoil, all stemming from a man named Colin, my supposed fiancĂ©. I listened to the sound of my own pain and sorrow, and it became clear that Colin had not reciprocated my love. Nor had he shown me the respect I deserved. âBut why did I stay?â I whispered, more to myself than to Lisa. Still, she answered. âThatâs a good question. Do you recall sending me a voicemail right before the accident?â Chapter 5 Lisa scrolled through her phone until she found the voicemail I sent her. The recording played, and each word, each scream, sounded so painful. But I couldn't hear the words clearly. Still, I listened in stunned silence, grasping my che-st as the sorrow-filled cries from the recording painted a vivid picture of the pain I felt at that time. âThat was hel-l!â I gasped, my eyes wide. âSuch a man doesn't deserve my love,â I said bitterly. âI'll make sure to avoid him in the future and start anew.â ******* A MONTH LATER After a month in the hospital, I was finally discharged. My mom couldn't make it to pick me up, so Lisa helped me. âLet's go out and enjoy the evening, Selena.â Lisa suggested excitedly as we arrived home from the hospital. âIâd love that,â I said. âThe hospital has been suffocating!â Although I wasn't very strong yet, I still needed some fresh air. We quickly got dressed and headed out a short while later. Soon after that, we arrived at a club named MX Bar/Club. Lisa took the lead. We walked in, and the place looked empty aside from the bartender. âHow can this place be so empââ âSurprise!â My friends appeared from out of nowhere, all smiling and cheering. My eyes grew wide as I took in the sight. I looked at Lisa. âYou planned this?â âYou survived a terrible accident and we almost lost you, so of course, I did.â No wonder she was busier than usual leading up to my discharge. I stood, overwhelmed by the outpouring of love as balloons popped and shouts of âHurray!â rang throughout the room. âCongratulations, Selena. So happy youâre still with us,â one of my friends said, while giving me a hug. One at time, they offered their warm welcomes and well-wishes. Amidst the crowd, Jasper Santos approached me. âSo glad you survived, Selena.â His words came out soft and soothing. âOh, Jasper!â I exclaimed, feeling the warmth from the way he looked at me. I couldn't help but give him a broad smile, recalling the care heâd always shown me during our college days. His face had matured over the years, and he was more handsome than ever with his striking appearance. âCan we sit over there?â Jasper asked, gesturing towards a cozy spot at the bar. I followed his gaze and then met his eyes and nodded. âSure,â I replied. We made our way to the stools and settled down. Eager to catch up after years apart, I asked him about his life. âI've been in London all these years,â he said. âMy main company is out there, but I have a branch here, too. So I'm back in Boston Hills now.â âYour company?â I probed, intrigued. âI'm the CEO of ByteForge Technology.â âThe famous tech company that got listed?â I exclaimed, impressed. He told me all about his company and gave me the highlights about his life as we enjoyed a few drinks. It felt great, yet different, hearing so much from him because, previously, all weâd done was exchange greetings and nods. As we talked, the crowd became livelier around us, with many dancing. Eventually, Jasper set his wine glass down and extended his hand. âCan I have this dance?â I met his eyes and accepted his offer with a smile. Together, we made our way to the bustling dance floor. His hand settled on my waist, and I placed mine on his chest as we swayed to the music. Amidst the swirl of movement and laughter, my eyes caught sight of a man in the distance. Unlike the others who danced around us, he stood still, his gaze fixed on me. Something about the way he looked at me made me uncomfortable. I quickly averted my eyes and focused on the dance with Jasper, trying to shake off the unease. Yet, I could still feel the man staring, so I couldnât stop myself from looking again. My eyes locked with the manâs once more. Unease washed over me a second time, the angry look on his face squeezing my insides. He pulled his suit jacket off and walked onto the dance floor. Before I could fully comprehend the situation, he forcefully pulled Jasper away from me and shoved him aside. He placed his suit jacket over my shoulders before seizing my hand. âAre you out of your mind, Selena? How dare you dance here?â he said, his words leaving me stunned. âSir, please let go of me!â I pleaded, pulling my hand from his. Jasper intervened and tried to push the man away. However, instead of backing down, the man punched Jasper, delivering a blow so forceful it sent Jasper crashing to the ground. I wrenched my hand fr-ee of the manâs grasp and rushed to Jasper's side. But the man grabbed my hand once more. âThat's enough, Selena! 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ăăăăŻăȘăăŻăăŠçĄæă§ăèȘăżăă ăăïŒ | <âŠBìëĄ í„íë ìŹê°êž°ê° ì°©ë„ ì€ ê°ìì€ëŹìŽ ìŹêł ê° ëŹì”ëë€. ìŽëĄ ìžíŽ íìŹ ìŹë§ììê° 136ëȘ ì ëìŽì°ìŒë©° ììĄŽìë 3ëȘ ì ë¶êłŒí ìí©ì ëë€. ëłì ëĄëčì ëí ì€íŹëаìë ìŽëČ íêł”êž° ìŹêł ê° ì€ìê°ìŒëĄ 볎ëëêł ììë€. ì”íì°ì ìž ëȘ ëżìž ììĄŽì ì€ì íëëĄ ë ë€ëŠŹì ë¶ë넌 ê°ì ì± ì€íìì€ ëłì ìì ëì ììë€. ê·žë, ìì ë€ëа ížëí°ìì ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. âì§êž êł ê°ëê»ì ì í넌 ë°ì ì ìì”ëë€. ë€ìì ë€ì 걞ìŽìŁŒìžì.â ìŹêł ê° ëë ê·ž ìê°ë¶í° ì§êžêčì§, ëšíž íìì€ì ì í넌 ë°ì§ ììë€. ì€ë§ ê·žê° ìš ëëŒë„Œ ë ë€ì©íêČ í ìŹê°êž° ìŹêł 넌 ëȘšë„Œ ìŒì ììë€. ìŹêł ëčì, íì„ìë ìčê°ë€ì ìì ìŽ ìŹêž°ì êž° ì돎ë êČë ëë € ììë€. ê·žë ë ìŹêł ì ì¶©êČ©êłŒ ìŁœìì êł”íŹëĄ ìšë ì ëëĄ ìŽ ì ììë€. êȰíŒí ì§ 3ë ìŽë ëìì§ë§ ëšížì ê·žë ê° ê°ì„ íìëĄ íë ìê° ì°ëœìŽ ëì§ ììë€. íì°ì ë§ì í ìŒ ìŽ ìë € ì€ë êČì ëêŒë€. ê·žë, íŽëí° ëČš ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. íì°žìŽë ë©íêČ ìë ê·žë ë ì ì ì ì°šëŠŹêł ë°ì ì넌 íìžíë€. í ëšžëìë€. íì°ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ ìŽëììĄë€. âìŹëłŽìžì.â ê·žë ê° ìë© ì° ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ì í넌 ë°ìë€. ì í 걎ëížìì ìčì í멎ìë ì°ëĄí ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. [ì°ëŠŹ íì°ìŽ, ìŽ í ëŻžê° ë ë돞ì ì ëȘ ì ëȘ» ìŁœêČ ê”Źë. ë돎 ëëŒì ë§ìŽìŒ. ìŽë ë€ìč ë°ë ìêł ? ìì€ìŽê° ìì ê°ìŽ ìì§?] ê°ììì ìì€ì ìčí ëšžëëĄ íìš ì§ì ìŹëë€ ì€ ì ìŒíêČ íì°ìêČ êŽìŹì ê°ë ë¶ìŽìë€. âìì€ ìšëâŠâŠ.â ëšžëê±°ëŠŹë ê·žë ì ë§ì ê°ìììŽ ëŹŽìžê°ë„Œ ëìč ì± ëŻíë€. [ìŽë° ì ì ëê° ëì 뎀ë! ëčìëĄ ë ìëŽëĄ, íŽìž ì¶ì„ê° ëšíž ìŒì ë€ ëŽìŁŒêł ìëë° ìŽë êČ í° ìŹêł ê° í°ìĄëë°ë ìœëčŒêž°ë ì볎ìŹ? êž°ë€ë €ëŽëŒ! ìŽ í ëŻžê° ì ì ëê° ê·ž ë ìì ê°ë§ ëë!] ê·žë ê° ë€ì ëŹŒìë€. [ì§êž ìŽë ëłìì ììŽ? ì§ìŹë„Œ ëłŽëŒ í ë êž°ë€ëŠŹë Ž!] íì°ìŽ ëłì ìŁŒì넌 ìë €ìŁŒì ê°ììì ì í넌 ëìë€. ê·žë ë êł ê°ë„Œ íč ììž ì± ë§ììŽ íì êœí ìë ìŁŒìŹ ë°ëì ëčŒëë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ë í”ìŠì ì°žìŒë©° ìčšëìì ëŽë €ìë€. âíìë¶, ì§êž ëíìë ê±°ìì? ë€ëŠŹ ë¶ììŽ ìŹê°íë ìì ì ì·šíŽìŒ íŽì.â ë§ìčš ëłì€ëĄ ë€ìŽì€ë ê°ížìŹê° êčì§ ëëŒ ìëŠŹìł€ë€. âëȘ©ë° ìą ê°ì žë€ìŁŒìžì. íŽìíŽìŒêČ ìŽì.â íì°ì ë§íŹê° ìŒë§ë ëšížíëì§ ê°ížìŹê° ë©íë ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. ì„êž°ê° ì ìíŽìŒ íë€ë©Ž ëłì볎ë€ë ìì€ì ëłžê°ìì ììíë ížìŽ ëì êČ ê°ìë€. ìŹì€, íì°ì HTê·žëŁč íì„ì ëčììë€. ìŽëČ ëë°ìŽ ì¶ì„ì ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ì ìíì ì í ë°°ìčì ê·ŒëŹŽìžìì íì ì§êž° ìíŽ HTê·žëŁčì ëííŽ ê°ë êČìŽìë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ìŒì êČ°êłŒë„Œ ìŠì ëłŽêł íêž°ëĄ ëìŽììë€. âíìì€ ìŽ ëšì, ëëìČŽ ì§êž ìŽëì ë íêł ìë ê±°ìŒ?â êȰê”, ê°ížìŹë íŽìíêČ ë€ë ê·žë 넌 ë§ì§ ëȘ»íë€. íì°ì êł§ì„ ì€íìì€ì ëì ëȘ©ë°ì ì§êł ì ëê±°ëŠŹë©° ìë©ìČëĄ í„íë€. ê·žë, ëłì 1ìž” ëĄëčì ì 늏 ëČœ ëëšžëĄ ì”ìí ì°šëëČížíìŽ ëłŽìë€. êł êž ìčì©ì°š ëȘ ëê° ê·ž ë€ë„Œ ë°ë„Žêł ììëë° ììží 볎ë HT ê·žëŁč ìì ì ì°šë€ìŽìë€. 뚌ì ì°šìì ëŽëа ìŹëë€ìŽ êČì ì ìížë„Œ ì ì í ëšì넌 ëčŒêłĄí ëëŹìžêł ììë€. ê·žë ìŽë€ ìŹì넌 íì ìêł ììëë° ê·žë 넌 ëȘčì ìëŒë ëŻ ëłŽìë€. ê·žì êČì ì ìœížê° ê·žë ì íì ë€ëŠŹë„Œ ëźêł ììë€. ëšìë íì°ì ìĄŽìŹë„Œ ì í ìì§ ëȘ»í ì± í©êží ëłì ëłžêŽ ìȘœìŒëĄ í„íë€. íì°ì ê·ž ì늏ì ìì ìŹì넌 ìêł ì 돞ì ì§ì°°ì€ëĄ ë€ìŽê°ë 귞넌 ê°ë§í ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. êȰíŒìí 3ë ëì ì ë êČ ë€ì í ëšížì ëȘšì”ì í ëČë ëłž ì ìŽ ììë€. ê·žê° ìêł ìë ìŹìë ëê”ŹìŒêč? ê·žë ë ê°ìêž° ê°ìŽì ììČë í”ìŠìŽ ë°ë €ì€ë êČì ëêŒë€. ê·ž êł í”ìŽ ìŒë§ë 컞ëì§ ížíĄìŽ êł€ëí ì§êČœìŽìë€. ê·žë, ëł”ë ë°ëížìì 걞ìŽì€ë ê°ížìŹê° ë€ëŠŽëœ ë§ëœ í ìëŠŹëĄ í”ííë©° ê·žë ì êłì ìëê°ë€. âëŽê° ê·žìȘœìŒëĄ ê°êČ. ì ìŹëìŽ êČœì ëŽì€ì ììŁŒ ë±ì„íë HT ê·žëŁč íêłì íìì€ìŽìŒ. ì€ì ëĄ ëłŽë ë ëšìë€ìŽë°? ì°ëŠŹ ëłììì 볎êČ ëë€ë ë돎 ì êž°íŽ. ìŹììčê”Ź ë°ëŠŹêł ì°ë¶ìžêłŒì ì§ëŁë°ìŒëŹ ìë ëŽ.â âì°ë¶ìžêłŒ? íì€íŽ?â âê·žëŒ íì€íì§. ì§ëŁ ì°šížì ì í 걞 뎀ëë° ëČìš íìê° 12ìŁŒë ëëë°? íì ìíê° ë¶ìì íì§ ì€ë ì¶íìŽ ììë. ê·žëì íìŹì„ìŽ ìêł ìš ê±°ëŒ ëë°?â ê·ž ë§ì ë€ì íì°ìŽ ëšžëŠżììŒëĄ ë ì§ë„Œ êłì°íë€. â12ìŁŒëŒë©ŽâŠâŠ ë ëŹ ì ?â ì 2í íëìŽ ë§șìŽì€ 컀í íì°ì ë ëŹ ì , 1ìŁŒìŒ ì ë ì¶ì„ ìŒì ìŽ ìĄí ìë íìì€ì ìŒì ëłŽêł ìê° ìê°ëŹë€. ížëí°ì ì„êł ìë ê·žë ì ììŽ ëšë €ìë€. âê·ž ë ìꞎ ììŽìž ê±°ìŒ?â ê·žë ë íìì€ì ìšêČšì§ ìëŽëĄ ì€ë ì ë¶í° ëčë°êłìœì ë§șêł ììë€. íì§ë§ ìŽì ê» ëšížì ì€ìșë€ì ëíŽìë ë€ìŽëłž ì ìŽ ììë€. âíìì€ ìŹì„ìŽ ìŹììčê”ŹìêČ ì°ž ê°ëłí êČ ê°ìâŠâŠ ì ìŹìë ì ìì ëëŒë„Œ ê”Źíë ëŽ. 볎ìíë êł§ êł”ìë°íê° ë êČ ê°ìë°?â âê·žëŹêČ. ëë ìêč êČìíŽ ëŽ€ìŽ. ë€ ìê°ì ì ìŹëìŽ ìŹììčê”Źê° ë§ë êČ ê°ì?â ìčŽížë„Œ ë°êł ê°ë ì ì ê°ížìŹê° ìì ìë ê°ížìŹìêČ ížëí° ì ìŹì§ì 볎ìŹìŁŒìë€. ê·žëŹì ê·žë ê° êčì§ ëëŒë©° ë§íë€. âë§ì, ë§ì! ìŽ ìŹììŒ! STê·žëŁč ëì§ž ëž! íìì€ìŽë ë돎 ì ìŽìžëŠŹì§ ìì? íëìŽ ë§șìŽì€ 컀í ê°ì!â ë ìŹëì ížë€ê°ì ëšë©° ë°ëížìŒëĄ 걞ìŽê°ë€. âST ê·žëŁčìŽëŒâŠâŠ.â íŽì ììì ë§ìč íì°ì ì§ìŹì 찚넌 íêł ê°ë©Žìë ë§ììŽ ìąìČëŒ ì§ì ëì§ ììë€. ë°ìŻ€ ìŽëа ì°œëŹž ìë ížëí° í멎ì ë¶ëčìŽ ì°œë°±í íì°ì ìŒê”Žì ëčì·ë€. ì ììŽ êČìíŽ ëŽ€ì§ë§ íìì€êłŒ ST ê·žëŁčêłŒì ì°êŽì±ì ì í ì°Ÿì ì ììë€. âBìì ì ëê°ë ë ëȘ ëŹžê° ì§ììŽ ìŽë° ììŒëĄ ìźìŽë€ë ìŽìíŽ.â ìì€ì ëłžê°ì ëì°©íë ê±°ì€ì ë¶ìŽ ìŒì ž ììë€. ëìŁê°ì ê°ì ìëìŽ ëì ìì€ì í ëšžëìž ê°ìì ìŹìŹê° ì§íĄìŽì ëȘžì ìì§í ì± ê·žë 넌 êž°ë€ëŠŹêł ììë€. âì°ëŠŹ íì°ìŽ ìê”Źë! ë€ê° ëł”ìŽ ë§ìì ê·ž í° ìŹêł ì€ìë 돎ìŹíê”Źë. ë돎 ëëŒì íë§í°ë©Ž ìšìŽ ëìŽê° ë»íì§ ëë.â âí ëšžë, ì êŽì°źìì.â íì°ì ìŹëŒê° ìŹêł ì¶ì ë§ììŽ ì»žì§ë§ ììŒë©° ë§íë€. âí ëšžë, ìŹì€ ì ìą íŒêł€íŽì.â âê·žë, ê·žë. ìŒë„ž ìŹëŒê°ì ìŹìŽëŒ. ìì€ìŽíí ì°ëœíŽ ëšìŒëêč êł§ ìŹ ê±°ë€.â íì°ì ëȘžì ììŽë ìê° ìŹí í”ìŠìŽ ëȘ°ë €ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ ìŒê·žëŹìĄë€. ê°ììì ê·žë ê° êŽŽëĄìŽ ìŽì ê° ìì€ ë돞ìŽëŒêł ìê°íë€. íì°ì 뚞늿ìì ìì€ì ìê°ìŽ ì€ìł ì§ëê°ë€. ê·žë ìì ìêČ ì§ì§ ëȘšì”ì ìšêž°êł ììë€. ê·žìêČ ìŹììčê”Źê° ìë€ë ìŹì€ìŽ ìŽë êČ ê°ìŽì ê°ìê° ëìŽ ë°í ì€ì ëȘ°ëë€. âëŽê° ì§êžêčì§ ì°žêł êČŹëìš ë ìŽ íìê°ì ì°ì€ìì§ë€ëâŠâŠ.â âŠâŠ ìì€ì ë€ìë ë°€ ëŠêČë ëìŽ ëłžê°ì ëì°©íë€. âìì§ ì ì€ìŽ? êčšìŽ ììŒë©Žì ë¶ì ì êșŒ ëìŽ?â ê·žê° ìčšì€ì ë¶ì 쌰ë€. íì°ì ê·žë° ê·žë„Œ 볎며 ë§ììŽ ë¶ížíë€. ê·žë ë í룚 ìą ìŒ ìčšëì ëìë§ ììë€. ì§ìŹê° ê°ì žë€ì€ ììë ê±°ì ëščì§ ëȘ»íêł êČ°ê” ê·žêČë€ì ì°šê°êČ ììŽëČ늰 ìíìë€. âëčì ë©°ìč ëì ìŽëì ìììŽì?â ê·žë ë ìì€ì ìŒê”Žì 볎ì§ë ìì ì± ììČíŽì§ ëȘšì”ìŒëĄ ëììì íììŽ ëŹŒìë€. ìŹí·ì ëČì ê·žì ííí ëȘžë§€ê° ëëŹëŹë€. ìì€ì ê·žë ì ëŹŒìì 믞ê°ì ìë© ì°ížëа ì± ìčšë í€ë ìȘœìŒëĄ ëì ëë žë€. êČ°íŒ 3ë ëì ê·žë ê° ìŽë êČ ìì ì íë°©ì ì¶ê¶íë êČì ìČììŽìë€. âTìì ìë ì§ìŹì 돞ì ê° ììŽì ì¶ì„ ë€ë ììŽ.â ìì€ì íììČëŒ ëëŽíêČ ëë”í í, ê·ì°źë€ë ëŻ ê±°ìč êČ ë„íìŽë„Œ ëìŽëŽëŠŹêł ë ìì€ ìȘœìŒëĄ í„íë€. âê·žëì?â íì°ì ìì ìëŠŹê° ìčšì€ ìì ìžë žë€. âëčìì€ ê”Źëí ì€ì„ëê» ìŹì€ëŽ€ëë° TìëĄ ê°ë ëčíêž°í ê”Źë§€ëŽììŽ ìëê”°ì.â ê·žë ì ë§íŹì ììŹìŽ ìë© ëŹ»ìŽëŹë€. âëŹŽìš ë§ì íêł ì¶ì ê±°ìŒ?â ìì€ìŽ ìì€ ì ê”Źì ë©ì¶° ìì ëŹŒìë€. ê”łìŽ ìŒê”Žì ëłŽì§ ììë ê·žê° íê° íë°íêž° ì§ì ìŽëŒë êČìŻ€ì ì ì ììë€. âí, êł§ ë¶ ê°ìŽ í넌 ëŽêČ ë€.â ì 3í íìš ì§ì ë©°ëëŠŹê° ë ìŽì âëčì ìŽë ê·ž ìŹì, ëìČŽ ìžì ë¶í° ë§ë ê±°ìŒ?â íì°ìŽ êČšì° ëȘžì ì¶ì€ëŠŹë©° ìčšëì êž°ë ììë€. ìì€ì ê·žë ê° 3ë ì íŒìžì êł ë„Œ í ëëłŽë€ íšìŹ ë§ëë€ë êČì ììì±ë€. ìŽì°ë ìŒììëì§ ë°ëìŽ ë¶ë©Ž ë ìê°ëČ늎 êČ ê°ìë€. âëčì ëŽ ë·ìĄ°ìŹë„Œ í ê±°ìŒ?â ê·žì ìììŽ ëłíë€. âëŽê° ê·žë êČ íê°í ìŹëìŒëĄ 볎ìŹì? ëŽê° ì ìíë ëłììì ëŽ ë ëìŒëĄ ëčì ë€ ë ìŹëì 뎀ìŽì.â ê·žë ë ëźì ëȘ©ì늏ëĄ, í êžì í êžì ëë°ëë° ëŽ ë±ìë€. ìê°, ìŹì„ìŽ ì°ąêž°ë êČ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ ìì€ì ìŒê”Žìë ëȘ»ë§ë í êž°ììŽ ìë „íë€. ê·žë íì°ìŽ ìŹêł ê° ë êČì ì멎ìë ê±±ì íë ë§ í ë§ë ììë€. ê·žë ë ê·žê° íë ë§ë€ì ë€ìŒë©° íì€ì€ëŹìŽ ëëìŽ ë€ìë€. âë¶ë¶ëĄ ìŽìë 3ë ìŽëŒë ìê°ìŽ ì돎êČë ìë êČ ê°ì.â íì°ì ë©°ëëŠŹê° íë ìŒ ë§ë€ ížì§ìĄë ììŽëšžëì ìì ì ëìŁê°ììČëŒ ìŹêž°ë ìëìŽìêČ ì ì±ì ë€íë€. ì§ììë ìŁŒë¶ëĄ ë íìŹììë íì ì ìž ëčì ìí ì ëë§Ąìë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì í ëšžë ê°ìì ìŹìŹì ë»ì ë°ëŒ ìë€, ëž ì ëłë ìąì ììë©°ëëŠŹê° ëë €êł ë žë „íë€. 3ë ëì ê·žë§íŒ íìŒë©Ž ê°ìì ìŹìŹìêČ ê°ìĄ±ìŒëĄìì ì늏ë ì¶©ë¶í ì§íš êČìŽë€. íì§ë§ ê·ž êČ°êłŒë ìŽë íê°? 3ë ê° íì°ì ìì€ì ëȘžì ìê°ëœ íëë ë ìê° ììë€. í ë°©ì ì°êł ììì§ë§ ìčšëë ë°ëĄ ìŒêž° ë돞ìŽìë€. íì°ì ë°ë €ì€ë í”ìŠì ì°žìŒë©° ì°šê°ìŽ ê·žì ëì ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. ê·žëŹë€ ëŹŽìš ì©êž°ê° ëŹëì§ ìëŠŹë„Œ ëŽìŽ ê°ëłêČ ììë€. âëčì ìŽëšžëë ëŽê° ì ë ëȘ» ëłìŒë©Žì êȰíŒí ììŹë ìë ìŹìëŒêł íìŁ . ê·žë°ë° ì§êž ëčì ìŽ ë°ìì ë€ë„ž ìŹìì ììŽë„Œ ê°ì§ 걞 ëŽê° ìŽë»êČ ë°ìë€ìŹìŒ íìŁ ?â ê°ì í ìčšëì êž°ëêł ìë ê·žë ë ëčì„ìŽëŒë ì°ëŹì§ êČ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ êł ê°ë„Œ êŒżêŒżíêČ ìłë€êł ë ê·žì ì·êčì ìĄìë€. íì§ë§ êł§ë°ëĄ ê””ì ê·žì ìì ìĄíêł ë§ìë€. íìì€ì ì°šê°ìŽ ëëčìŒëĄ ê·žë 넌 ëč€í ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. âíêČœìŽë ëŽ ìžì»šëê° ìëìŒ. 20ë ëêČ ìêł ì§ëž ìŹìŽìŒ.â âìŽëŠŽ ì ë¶í° ìêł ì§ëž ìŹìŽìê”Źë.â íì°ì ìì ì ìĄêł ìë ìì€ì ìì ì ì íìŽ ë€ìŽê°ë êČì ëêŒë€. âíêČœìŽê° 5ë ì ì ì¶ê”í ìŽíëĄ ìëĄ íëČë ì°ëœí ì ììŽ.â ê·žë ë ë€í”ì넌 í ë ìžêČ ë§ì êČ ê°ìë€. âìŽì©ì§ ì돎늏 ì°ŸìëŽë ìŹì넌 ë§ë íì ìŽ 1ë ìëëŒëâŠâŠ.â íì§ë§ ê·ž ìŹìê° ìì í êČìŽ ë€ì ìê°ëŹë€. ê·žë ë ë€ì êł ê°ë„Œ ë€êł ì° ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ëŹŒìë€. âê·žëì ìŽì ë ìŹë, ë€ì ë§ëë ê±°ìì?â íìì€ì ëê° ë§íë €ë€ê° ì ì ë€ëŹŒìë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ë ìŽëìì§ ê·žë ì ëëì넌 ì 멎ìŒëĄ ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. âëŽê° ì ëčì ì ìŽ êłł ììŁŒìžìŒëĄ ë€ìëì§ ëČìš ìì êČ ê°ê”°.â HT ê·žëŁč ëŽìë ììì ìíë íì ë€ìŽ ë§ìêł íêłì ìëŠŹë„Œ ë žëŠŹë ìë€ë ë§ìë€. ìì€ì í ëšžëìž ê°ìì ìŹìŹë ìŒë¶ëŹ Bìì ëŻžíŒ ìŹì± ì€ìì ììë©°ëëŠŹë„Œ êłšëŒ ê·žì êȰíŒìí€êł , ìë€ ëžì ëłì ê·žëŁč ëŽììì ì ì§ë„Œ ëšëší íë €êł íë€. ê°ìì ìŹìŹë ìì ì ìëȘ ì ê”ŹíŽ ì€ íì°ì ììë©°ëëŠŹëĄ ì¶ìČíë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì ì°Ÿìê° ëȘšë ìŒì ê°ìíì§ ìêČ ë€êł ìœìíêł ëčë°êȰíŒì ëìíë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëčìì ìì ìŽ ìŽìíë ì ëê°ë ëžëë ì”ë 돞ì ë«ìë€. ê·ž íëĄ HTê·žëŁčì ë€ìŽê° ìì€ì ìŒì ëë ëčìëĄ ìŒíŽìë€. ê·žëì ê·žê° íì°ìêČ ì ì ëì§ ë§ëŒêł êČœêł íë êČìŽìë€. ê·žë ê° ììŒë©° ë§íë€. âìꞎì, íë넌 ìì ëŁìŒë©Ž ë ê°êł ì¶ì êČ ìŹë ììŹìŽììì?â ê·žë ì ìŒê”Žì 찜백íì§ë§ ëëìë ëčìŽ ëêł ììë€. ìŒê”Žì 믞ìë§ì ììëëŒë©Ž ë§ìč 돎ë€ìì ê±žìŽ ëìš ìČë ê·ì ê°ì 볎ììì§ë ëȘ°ëë€. ìê°, ìì€ì íì°ìŽ ìŽëê° ëłíë€êł ëêŒë€. íì§ë§ ê·ž ë§ì ì ë°ì ëŽì§ë ììë€. ê·žë ê° ìĄí ìì ìŹë©°ì ëčŒëë€. ꜀ í° ìčšì€ì ì°œëŹžìŽ ë«í ììëë° êł”êž°ê° ì ì ë”ë”íŽì§êł ììë€. ìšëë ì ì ëìì ž ìŽëë§ ìšëêłê° 30ë넌 ê°ëŠŹí€êł ììë€. ëìŽ êł”êž°ì ìì€ì ìšìŽ ê°ëč ì€ë êČìŽ ë껎ìĄë€. íì°ì ë€ì ê·žì ì ìž êčì ìì ê°ì žë€ ëë€. ê·žë íŒíì§ ìêł ê°ë§í ììë€. ê·žë ìœê° íê° ë ëŻí ìŒê”ŽìŽìì§ë§ ë돎 ëì ê·žë 넌 ë°ìŽëŒ êž°ë „ìŽ ììŽ ëłŽìë€. âëčì ì§êž ëŹŽìš ì§ì íë ê±°ìŒ?â ì 4í ë ìŽì íìš ì§ì ë©°ëëŠŹê° ìëìì íì°ì ìì€ì ì ìž ëšì¶ë„Œ íëì© íìë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ê·žì ëł”ê·Œì ë°ëŒ ëŽë €ê°ë©° ì ì ë§ì¶ìë€. ì€ë«ëì ê°ì¶°ìš ìì€ì ëí ê°ë§ íìžì§ ê·ë°êčì§ ë¶ìŽìĄë€. ê·žë ë ìë늌ì ë©ì¶ì§ ìì ì± ì° ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ë§íë€. âëŽê° ìŽë»êČ ìŽ ì§ì ìì ììŁŒìžìŽ ëìëì§ ììëêł ì? ìŽë»êČ ìì ì ìêČ ìŽì. ì ì돎ë ëčì ì ììŽë„Œ ëłë ê±°ìì. ì§êž ëë ëŽ ìëŹŽë„Œ ìííêł ìë ê±°êł ì.â âìŽë»êČ ê·žë° ë§ì?!â í넌 ëŽë ìì€ì ííí ëł”ê·ŒìŽ ìžëŁ©ë¶ëŁ© ìì§ìë€. âë°© ìì ì”ìì 넌 ìą ëżë žìŽì. ìĄ°êžë§ ì°žìŒë©Ž êł§ êŽì°źìì§ ê±°ìì. ì ë ì ìëŹŽë„Œ ìíŽ ììŽë„Œ ê°ì§ë €ë êČëżìŽìì.â ê·žë ë ë ëëŽíêł êłŒê°íêČ íëíë€. ì ìë íëČë 볎ìŹì€ ì ìë ììŒí ëȘšì”ìŽìë€. íì°ì ì ê·čì ìž ëë°ì ìì€ì ëȘžìŽ ëłžë„ì ìŒëĄ ë°ìíêž° ììíêł ížíĄë ê±°ìč ìŽìĄë€. ìŽ ëȘšë êČ ì”ìì ë돞ìŽëŒêł ììŒëĄ ëëìŽë©°, ìì€ì í ëì êčšëŹŒìŽ ê°êčì€ëĄ ëì°Ÿì ìŒë§ì ìŽì±ìŒëĄ íì°ì ê±°ìčšìë ìì êœ ììŒ ìĄìë€. âì”íì°, ë ì ë§ ìêČšì.â ìì€ì ë§ì ê·žë ì ëìŽì€ë„Žë ìë§ìŽ ììê°ì íì ê°ëŒìì ëČë žë€. íì°ì ëì ëëŹŒìŽ êł ìë€. ë§ì§ë§ìž ëŻ í ë§ë ëŹŒìë€. âë넌 ìë êČ ê·žë êČ ê”Źìì§ëì?â âê·žë!â ìì€ì ê·žë 넌 ëë°ëĄ ìłë€ëłŽë©Žì ìĄ°êžë ë§ì€ìŽì§ ìêł ëë”íë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ê·žë 넌 ë°ìłëë€. ëë ê·žë ì íë§ëë íêł ì¶ì§ ììë€. ìì€ì íì°ìŽ ëČꞎ ì·ì ì§ìŽ ë€êł ë€ì ì êž° ììíë€. ê·žë ëšì¶ë ì ê·žì§ ìì ì± ì±íŒì±íŒ ê±žìŽ ëê°ëČë žë€. ë°©ëŹžìŽ âìŸ âíêł ë«í멎ì ìŁŒìê° ë€ì ìĄ°ì©íŽìĄë€. íì°ì ê·žê° ëê°ì ꞎì„ìŽ íë € ë°ë„ì ìŁŒì ììë€. ëìë ìë§ìŽ ì°šìŹëë€. ìì€ì ë°©ì ëìë©° ìê°íë€. âìŽ ì ëëĄ íìŒë©Ž ìë ë§ìë ììŽì§êČ ì§âŠâŠ.â âŠâŠ ë€ìë ììčš, íì°ì ìì§ ì±ìč ìì ë€ìč ë€ëŠŹë„Œ ì ëê±°ëŠŹë©° ìŹíê°ë°©ì ëêł ìëìž”ìŒëĄ ëŽë €ê°ë€. ì§ì ìŽëŠŒì ëë ê°ì ë¶ê° ììŹë„Œ ì€ëčíêł ììë€. ê°ìì ìŹìŹë ìëČœêž°ë넌 ëëŠŹëŹ ê°ëëŒ ì§ì ëčìŽ ìíìë€. âìŽëšž, ììžë! ìŁœë€ ìŽìë ì§ ìŒë§ ëì§ë ììëë° ëČìš ì§ ëêł ìŽë ê°ë €ë ê±°ìì? íčì ìŹí ê°ì?â íìì€ì ìčëì íìììŽ ëčì ê±°ëŠŹë©° ë§íë€. ê·žë ë íìŹ Bëíê” 2íë ì ìŹíì€ìŽë€. ììì íì°êłŒ ìŽë êČ ê°ìĄ±ìŒëĄ ë§ëë êČìŽ ìŹì í ì”ìíì§ ìêł ë¶ížíêž°ë§ íë€. âëê°êž° ì ì ë 뚞늏 íë ê±° ìą ëììŁŒêł ê°ì.â íì°ì ììŹìŁŒê° ìąì ížìŽëŒ ììì ëšžëŠŹë„Œ êł§ì ìì§íŽìŁŒìë€. ì€íìŒìŽ ìąìì ìčê”Źë€ëĄë¶í° ë¶ëŹìì ìë€. íì§ë§ ì€ë íì°ì ê·žë ì ë§ì ì í ë꟞ë íì§ ìêł ì§ì ëêł ëŽë €ìë€. ë§ìčš ê·ë¶ìžìČëŒ ìčì„í íìš ì§ìì ììŁŒìž ìŽìì ìŹìŹì ë§ìŁŒìł€ë€. ê·žë ë HTê·žëŁč ííê· íì„ì ëëČì§ž ìëŽìŽì ìì€ì ìčìŽëšžëìë€. ìŽìì ë ìČìë¶í° íì°ì ì·ì°šëŠŒêłŒ ê°ì ë°°êČœìŽ ë§ìì ë€ì§ ìì íšë¶ëĄ ë§íêž° ìŒì€ìë€. âììčš ëë°ëë¶í° ìŹíê°ë°©ì ëêł ë€ëë©° ëíë ì§ìŽìŒ? ëčì„ ëŽë €ëêł ìČìì€ìž ìŽëȘšëìŽë ëìëŒ. êł§ ìëĄ ìŹëìŽ ë€ìŽìì ì§ëŽêČ ë ê±°ëêč.â íì°ì ëêșŒíìŽ ëšë €ìë€. ìì ìŽ ëȘšë„Žêł ìë ìŒìŽ ìŒìŽëêł ììë€. ê·žë, ììì ëŁêł ìë íìììŽ ê¶êžìŠì ì°žì§ ëȘ»íêł ëŹŒìë€. âìëĄ? ëê°ì?â âëê° ìąì ìŁœë íêČœìŽ ë§êł ëê° ë ìêČ ë?â âë€? íêČœìžë ê·ê”íìŽì?â âëìì€êž°ë§ í êČ ìëêł , ë€ ì€ëč ììŽë„Œ ê°ìĄìì. ì°ëŠŹì§ í°ê° ìąìì ì êč ìêž° ì§ìŒëĄ ë€ìŽê°êž° ì ì ìŹêž°ì ëȘžì ì¶ì€ë„Œ ê±°ìŒ.â ê·žë ë ìŽìŒêž°í멎ì íì°ì íëČ íë ìłë€ëłŽìë€. ëŻŒíêČœìŽìŒ ë§ëĄ ìì ìŽ ìê°íŽìš ìŽìì ìž ë©°ë늿ê°ìŽìë€. ì ìŽì ê·ž ìŒìŽ ìëììŒë©Ž ìì€ì íêČœêłŒ êȰíŒíì êČìŽë€. ê·žë ê° íì°ì ëŽë €ë€ëłŽë©Žì 돎ìíë íŹëĄ ë§íë€. âë ìì§ë ê±°êž° ìì ë©íë ëíêł ìë? ìČìíëŹ ê°ì§ ìêł ?â ìì ê°ììŒë©Ž íì°ì í늌ììŽ ììŽëšžëì ëčì넌 ë§ì¶ìì êČìŽë€. íì§ë§ ì€ëì ìì ì 멞ìíë ê·žë ì ë»ëëĄ íêł ì¶ì§ ììë€. íì°ì ë돎ëë êł í”ì€ëŹì ì§ë§ ìčšì°©íêČ ëì í íë넌 ìì§ ìêł ë§íë€. âì€ëë¶í° ì ì ìì€ ìšë ë ìŽì ë¶ë¶ìŹìŽê° ìëìì. ìììŽ ëšžëŠŹ íë ê±°ë ë°© ìČì ê°ì íëë ìŒì ìŽì ë€ë„ž ìŹëìêČ ìí€ìžì.â ì 5í ìŽíŒí©ìì ìŽìì ìŹìŹë íì°ìŽ ì êłŒë ìì í ë€ë„ž íŹëĄ ë§íë êČì ëłŽêł ëì í ëŻżêž°ì§ê° ììë€. ê·žë ë 컀ë€ë ìŹíìŽìŽê° ë°í ë°ì§ë„Œ ë ìê°ëœìŒëĄ íì°ì ê°ëŠŹìŒ°ë€. âê·žêČ ëŹŽìš íëìŒ!? ë°©êž íë ë§ ë€ì íëČ íŽëŽ!â íì§ë§ íì°ì ìĄ°êžë ëë €ìíë êž°ì ììŽ ê·žë 넌 ëë°ëĄ ìłë€ëŽ€ë€. âëŻŒíêČœìŽëŒë ìŹìê° ì§ì ë€ìŽì€ë©Ž ê·ž ìŹìíí ì§ììŒì ìí€ìžì. ì ë ììŒëĄ íì§ ìì ê±°ìì.â íì°ì ì”ëìČëŒ ë¶ì ì ì ëĄ ëë°ëë° ë§íë€. ë§ì íêł ëë ììŽ ììíë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹë ê·žë ì ë§ì ëČ컄 í넌 ëë€. âë!â âìë§, ìë§!â ìììŽ í„ë¶í ìë§ì íì ë¶ìĄêł ëȘ©ìëŠŹë„Œ ëźì¶ìŽ ë§íë€. âììžë íë ê±° ë§ìŁ ? ìŽì Żë°€ì ì€ëč ê°âŠâŠ.â ê·žë ë ë¶ë ì§ì ë¶ì±ì§ìŽëŒë íë €ë ëŻ ìŽì Żë°€ ìŒì êșŒëŽë €êł íë€. ê·ž ëȘšì”ì 볎ë íì°ì í넌 ëì°ë €ë ìëê° ì¶©ë¶í 볎ìë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹë ëžì ìë넌 êžë°© ììì±êł ë€ì ì°šë¶íŽìĄë€. ê·žë ë íčì ì ê±°ë€ëščê±°ëŠŹë íŹëĄ ë§íë€. âëšíž íë ë¶ìĄì§ ëȘ»íë ìŁŒì ì ëł ì”ì§ë„Œ ë€ ë¶ëŠŹë€. ê°í ììŽëšžë íì íŽ?â íì°ì ë늿ë늿 ì§ì ëêł ëì€ë€ê° ì í ì ê”Źìì ë°ê±žìì ë©ì¶ìë€. ìŹì„ë°ëìŽ ëčšëŒì§ë©Žì ëšžëŠŹê° ìȘŒê°ì§ ëŻ ìí ë€. ê·žë ë êł ê°ë„Œ ëë € ìì íŒë¶êł ì¶ì ë§ìì êŸč ë넎며 ì°šê°êČ ë§íë€. âì§ë 3ë ëì ììŽê° ììë êČ ë€ ì ë돞ìŽëŒêł íì šìŁ ? ì ììŹíêž° ì ì ìì€ ìšìêČ ëčëšêž°êłŒ ì§ëŁë„Œ ë°ìŒëŒêł íë ížìŽ ëč 넌 ê±°ìì. ê·žëŹë©Ž ìì ìŽ ìëë ììžìŽ êłŒì° ëê”Ź ìȘœì ìëì§ ì ì ìì ê±°ìì.â âë, ëê° ê°í!â íì°ì ë§ì ìŽ ìŹìŹì ìì ë ë€ êčì§ ëëë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹë 뚞늏 ëêčì§ íê° ìčë°ìë€. âì”íì°! ë ëë ì°ëŠŹ ìì€ìŽíêł êŒ ìŽíŒìí€êł ë§ í ë ëêł ëŽ!â ê·žëì íì°ì ìì€ì í ëšžë ê°ìì ìŹìŹìì ì ì ìê°íŽì íìš ì§ì ìŹëë€êłŒ ë€íŒì íŒíë€. ì ë§íŽì ìêž° ìêČŹì ëŽìžì°ì§ ìêł ìë§íêČ ì§ëŽìë€. ì§êžêčì§ë ì§ì ìŹëë€êłŒ ê°ë±ìŽ ìêžžêč ëŽ ëë €ìíë©° ì§ëì§ë§ ìŽì ë ì êČœ ì°ì§ ìêž°ëĄ íë€. âê·žëŹìëê°ì.â ê·žë ë íë§ë ëŽë±êł ìì€ì ëłžê°ë„Œ ëìë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹê° íê° ëì êžžêžžìŽ ë°ë ë§ë ìêŽììë€. íì°ìŽ ëê°ì ë§ì ìŽ ìŹìŹë ëê° ìŽìíë€ë ìê°ìŽ ë€ìë€. ê·žë ë ëž íììì ë°ëŒëłŽë©° ëŹŒìë€. â2ìž” ìŹëŒê°ì ì°ëŠŹì§ì ë ë ë§í ëŹŒê±ŽìŽ ììŽìĄëì§ ì ìŽíŽëŽ. ë€êł ëê°ë ìș늏ìŽê° ꜀ë ëŹŽê±°ì 볎ìŽëë° íčì ì±êČšê°ëì§ ëȘšë„Žìì!â ì ì í ë¶ëŠŹëìŒ êłëšì ë°ìŽëŽë €ì€ë íììì ìì ìë„ê° íë ë€ë € ììë€. âìë§, ììŽì§ 걎 ììŽì. ëì ìčšë 뚞늏맥ì ëê° íë ììŽì!â ìë„넌 ëčŒìì ìŽíŽëłŽë ìŽ ìŹìŹì ëëčìŽ íë€ë žë€. [ìŽíŒí©ìì] ìŽ ìŹìŹë êł§ì„ ìì€ìêČ ì í넌 ê±žìŽ íì°ì íê°ì ê·žìêČ ë€ ììëë€. íí ë°ë ìŽëšžëì ì ìì ëì€ë ëšìŽë€ ì€ âìŽíŒí©ììâ, âë°êž°ë¶ì â ë±ì ë€ì ìì€ì ììì ê±žìŽ ë ìžíŹë„Œ 걞ìčêł ìŠì íìì€ì ëì°ë€. "ìë§, ìë§! ìŒëš ì§ì ìąì." ê·žê° ëźì ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ìŽëšžë넌 ì§ì ì쌰ë€. [ëŽê° ì§êž ì§ì íêČ ìêČŒìŽ? ëŽ ê·í ìë€ìêČ ìŽ ë°ì ë§ë€ì ìš ëšëë°? ë§ìčš íêČœìŽê° ë€ìŽìŹ ê±°ëêč ìŽ íìŽë°ì ì§ ëê°ì€ 걎 ì°ž êł ë§ì§ë§. ìë, ì§ê° ëëŒêł ê°í 뚌ì ìŽíŒ ìꞰ넌 êșŒëŽ? ëȘœë„ìŽ ì°ì§ëĄ ì«ìëŽë ììì°źì ë âŠâŠ] ìŽëšžëì ìŽìŒêž°ê° êžžìŽì§ êČ ê°ì ìì€ì ìŽëìŽ íì ìŒëĄ í”íìą ëŁ ëČíŒì ëë ë€. ìŹíê» ììą ì ìŽêł ëìč ëč 넎êČ íëíë íì°ìŽ ìŽë° ìŒì ì ì§ë ë€ë ìŹì€ìŽ ëì í 믿ìŽì§ì§ ììë€. íì§ë§ ìŽì Żë°€ íììë ëŹëë ê·žë ê° ìê°ëŹë€. ê·žë íŽëí° ì°ëœìČ ëȘ©ëĄìì íì°ì ëČížë„Œ êČìíë€. ê·žê° ëšŒì ì í넌 ê±°ë êČì 3ë ë§ì ìČììŽìë€. í”íì°êȰììŽ ë€ëŠŹë ìê°, ëčìì€ ê”Źëí ì€ì„ìŽ ì늏ëČ ìŽí°ìì ëŽëŠŹëë ê·žìêČ ë€ê°ìë€. âìŹì„ë, ë°©êž ì ìŽë©ìŒëĄ ìë„ê° íë ëì°©íëë°, ì”íì° ëčìì ìŹì§ìì ëë€.â ê”Źì€ì„ì ë돎 ëëŒ ìšìŽ ë§í ì§êČœìŽìë€. âê·žëì ì”ëčìê° ì§ííë ìŹì ë€ìŽ ì ì§ ìì”ëë€. ê·ž ì€ ì ìŒ ì€ìí íëĄì ížê° ëë°ìŽ ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëíìžë° ì”ëčìê° ìì§ íìììêČ ì 돎 ìžêłë„Œ íì§ ììì”ëë€. ìŽë»êČâŠâŠ íì€ ê±Žì§âŠâŠ.â ìì€ì ëŻëčìŽ ëì± ìŽëììĄë€. ê·žë íŽëí°ìì ìŹìì ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. [êł ê°ëìŽ ì í넌 ë°ì ì ìì”ëë€. ì ì íì ë€ì ê±žìŽ ìŁŒìêž° ë°ëëë€.] í, ì”íì°. ì§êž ëŽ ì í ìčëë€ ìŽê±°ì§? ì 6í íìì€ì ì°Ÿìê°ë€ êł”í ëĄëčì ì ìë ì”íì°ì ì ì íŽì§ ížëí°ì ìšìŽ ížìŽë êž°ë¶ìŽìë€. ìë§ë ì€ë«ëì íìš ê°ëŹžìêČ ì”ìì ë°ìêž° ëëŹžìŒ êČìŽë€. íì§ë§ ì§êžì ìšëȘžìŽ ê°ëČŒì ë€. ì€ê°ë ìŹíê°ë€ì 볎ë íì°ì ìê°ì ì êČŒë€. âBì넌 ë ëë€êł ìê°íë ìą ì±ìììíë€.â âê·žëë êŽì°źì, ë ìŽì íë ìŒì ìì ê±°ìŒ.â ê·žë ë ëšìí íìì€ì ìŹëìŽ ììë€êł ë§ ìê°íì§ë§, ì§êžì ìŽ ëȘšë êČ ë€ ê·žê° ë€ë„ž ìŹëì ìŹëíêł ìêž° ë돞ìŽëŒë êČì ì ì ììë€. âì°šëŒëŠŹ êčëíêČ ë ëìŁŒë êČ ë ëì.â íì°ì êł§ì„ êł”í ìčŽìŽí°ëĄ ê°ì ìČŽíŹìžì íêł , ìŽëŻž Dê”í í°ìŒì ìë§€í ìíìë€. ìČì ê·žë ë ê°ìĄ±ì ë ë ì ë¶ì ìšêž°êł Bìì ëšžëŹŒë ë€. ìŽëČì Dê”ìì ìŽëа ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëí íëĄì ížë§ ìëìë€ë©Ž í ìëČì§ë ê·žë ì ìì€ì ë§ëêł ì¶ìŽíì šì êČìŽêł , ìŽ íëĄì ížë„Œ HTê·žëŁčì ìčìžíì§ ììì êČìŽë€. ê·žëŹë ìì€ì ê°ìŹíŽíêž°ë컀ë ê·žë íŒì 볎ëë€. ìŽì íì° ì°šëĄìë€. âìë íìëêč, ìë. ìŽ í°ìŒì íìŹ ì êČš ììŽ ëčë¶ê° ìČ늏í ì ìì”ëë€.â ëčìŠëì€ ìčŽìŽí° ì§ìì ì ì€íêČ ê±°ì íë€. âì êČšìë€êł ì?â 믿ì ì ìë íì°ì ìšëȘžìŽ ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. âê·žëŽ ëŠŹê° ìëë°âŠâŠ, ë€ì íëČ íìžíŽ ìŁŒìêČ ìŽì?â âíìŹ êłìąëĄ ìë§€íì šëì? ë°©êž íë¶í êČìŒëĄ íìžëëë°, ì ë¶ìŠ ìą ëłŽìŹìŁŒìêČ ì”ëêč?â ââŠâŠ.â íì°ì 돞ë í ê°ì§ ìŹì€ìŽ ë ìŹëë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì ëčììêž°ì íìŹìì ë§ë€ìŽì€ ëë¶ë¶ì êłìąë HTê·žëŁčìŽ êŽëŠŹíë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ì ë¶ìŠìâŠâŠ. ìŒë§ì íìŹ ìžìŹë¶ìì ìŽë€ êČì ë±ëĄíŽìŒ íë€ë©° ë€êł ê° ìíìë€. íì°ì ë돎 ꞎì„íŽ ììŽ ëë ëšë žë€. ê·žë ë ììČë°ì ëšì§ ìì ìŽ ëì넌 í룚 ëčšëŠŹ ë ëêł ì¶ìŽ ìČŽêłì ìŽì§ ëȘ»í ë¶ë¶ìŽ ë§ìë€. âìŁìĄíŽì, ì ê° ì ííŽì ëŹŒìŽëłŒêČì.â ê·žë ë ê°ì„ìëŠŹëĄ ê±žìŽê° íŽëí°ì êșŒëŽ HTê·žëŁč ìžìŹíì ì í넌 걞ìì§ë§ ì íë ê±žëŠŹì§ ììêł , ìŹì©í ì ìë ëČížëŒë ë©ìì§ë§ ëŽë€. íì°ì 뚞늏ììŽ ìíììĄë€. âìŽë»êČ ëŽ íŽëí° ëČížë HTê·žëŁčìì ìŒêŽì ìŒëĄ êŽëŠŹíë€ë 걞 ìêł ìììêč!â âHTê·žëŁč, HTê·žëŁč!â HTê·žëŁčì êłìíŽì ê·žë ì 걞늌ëìŽìë€. êł”íì ëč ì žëìš íì°ì í©êží íì넌 ìĄêł HTê·žëŁč ëčë©ìŒëĄ í„íë€. ì°šì°œ ë°ìŒëĄ ëčê° íëë°©ìž ëšìŽì§êž° ììíêł , êł§ ì°ë ìì ê±ŽëŹŒë€ìŽ ëì ë€ìŽìë€. ê·žë ë ìŽì êž°ìŹìêČ ëì ê±Žëš ë€ ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëêł HTê·žëŁč ëłžêŽìŒëĄ ë€ìŽê°ë€. ë€íí ê·žë ì íŽìŹ ììì ìì§ íŒì§ì§ ììêł , íì°ì ëčì ì ìŽ íížëŹì§ ëšžëŠŹë„Œ ì 늏í í ì늏ëČ ìŽí°ë„Œ íë€. ê·žë ë ìžìŹíìŽ ìë 12ìž”ì ëë žë€. âììŽêł , ì” ëčìë, ì€ë ëč ìšë€êł íëë° ëȘšë„Žì šë ëŽì.â ìžìŹí ì°šì„ì ìŹì±ì€ëŹìŽ ìì§ì ìŠêČš íë êž°ìì€ëŒëčìŽì, ìë¶ì ë„í ì ìŽìšìŽìë€. ìì€ìŽ íì°ìêČ ìíŽìŁŒì§ ìë êČì ëłž ê·žë íì íì°ì ë§ëíë ë°ì ì”ìíë€. âëŽ ì ë¶ìŠì ìŽëììŽì?â íì°ì ê·žì ëíí ìê°ìŽ ììêž°ì ë°ëĄ ìì ë¶í° ë§íë€. âì ë¶ìŠìŽì? ê·žëŒ ìëȘ» ì°Ÿìì€ì šë€ì. 2ë¶ ì ì ëí ëčìì€ ê”Ź ì€ì„ëìŽ ê°ì žê°ì šëë° ì ê° ìŽë»êČ ìêČ ìŽì.â ââŠâŠ!â íì°ì ìŽ êČ°êłŒë„Œ ììíìŽìŒ íë€. ìì€ì ëčìŠëì€ë„Œ í ë ìêČ©íêł ì ìíêČ ìì§ìŽêł íëČ í ë§ì ë°êŸžì§ ìë Bììì ìììŁŒë ëííìŽìë€. ìŽë»êČ íì°ìŽ ìœêČ ê·žìêČ ëì í ì ìêČ ëê°! íì°ìŽ ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëêł ëììì ìì€ìêČ ê°ë €êł íëë° ì ìŽìšìŽ ê·žë 넌 ìĄìë€. ê·žì íëê° ëë°ì ìžì§, ì ìê° ìëì§ë ë¶ë¶ëȘ íë€. âíŽêł ë ìë ììŽì, ì ìê°íŽì. ì§êž ììž”ììë ꜀ ì€ìí íìê° ìŽëŠŹêł ìêł , í ëíëê»ë ìŽëŻž ìœíŒë ê° ìë€êł ë€ììŽì.â ì 7í ëŻŒíêČœì ë¶í íìì€ì ìœíŒì? ì”íì°êłŒ íìì€ì ëčë° êȰíŒì íêž°ì íìŹ ìŹëë€ì ê·žë ê° ìì€ì ëčìëŒë êČë§ ìêł ììë€. âê·žëŒ ëŻŒíêČœì ê°ëŠŹí€ë 걎ê°?â íì°ì ìŽíŒíììì ìíŹë ë§ë„Žêž° ì ì íêČœì HTê·žëŁčì íë €íêČ ë±ì„íë€. ëì€ì ê·žë ë íë íì°ìŽ ì€ë ìčšëìì ì ì ìêł ìì€êłŒ ì ìëŠŹë„Œ ê°ì§êž°ë í êČìŽë€. ìŽ ìê°ì íì°ì ììŽ ëšëŠŹêž° ììíì§ë§ êČìŒëĄë ëŽëŽíêČ ëë”íë€. âêł ë§ìì.â ê·žëŠŹêł ê·žë ë êł§ë°ëĄ ìžìŹí ìŹëŹŽì€ì ëê°ë€. ì ìŽìšì ì ì ìë íì ìŒëĄ íì°ì ë·ëȘšì”ì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. âììŽêł , ì” ëčìëìŽ ëíëì ìąìíë 걎 ë°ëłŽê° ìë ìŽì ëȘšëê° ë€ ì ì ìëë°, íŽêł ëì§ ìë êČ ë ìŽìíì§.â ê·žë 컎íší°ë„Œ 볎며 ë§íë€. âì, ë ìŹë°ë ìŒìŽ ìêž°êČ ë€.â ëíì€ìŽ ìë ìž”ì ëì°©í íì°ì ì늏ëČ ìŽí°ìì ëŽëŠŹìë§ì ê”Źëí넌 ë§ëŹë€. âì” ëčìë, ì€ì šë€ì.â ê·žë ì ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëłž ëíë í늌ììŽ íì°ìŽ ì ë¶ìŠì ì°Ÿêž° ìíŽ ìë€ë êČì ìêł ì ë¶ìŠìŽ ìë íìì€ì ê°ëŠŹìŒ°ë€. âëčìë ì ë¶ìŠì ëíëê» ëë žìŽì. ìì§ íì ì€ìŽì ë°, ìì§ ìž ëČì§ž íììì. êžíì멎 ì ê° ë§ìë늎êčì?â âìëš, ê·žëŽ íì ììŽì.â íì°ì 돎ë€ë€íêČ ë§íë€. âìŹêž°ì êž°ë€ëŠŽêČì.â âë€, ìêČ ì”ëë€. ì»€íŒ í ì ê°ë€ ë늎êčì?â ëíë ìì€ìŽ ê·žë 넌 íŽêł í ìê°ìŽ ìë€ë êČì ìêł ììë€. íì°ì ë§ì ìŒì ëŽëčíêł ììêł , ì€ìí íëĄì ížê° ë§ì ê·žë 넌 íŽêł í멎 ëčì„ ì ëčí ì§ìì ì°Ÿêž°ê° íë€ìêž° ë돞ìŽë€. íì°ì ëíë ê·žì íëë ì ëłŽë€ íšìŹ ë¶ëëŹììĄë€. âKê”ì ížëë늜 컀íŒìì, ë°°ìŽì§ ìŒë§ ì ëì§ë§ì.â âì ì ë§ êŽì°źìì.â ìì€êłŒ êčëíêČ í€ìŽì§êł ì¶ìë íì°ì ìŁŒì ìŹëë€ìêČ êłì ëŽìŽìŁŒì§ ììë€. ìŽ ë§ì ë€ì ëíë ì돎 ë§ë íì§ ìêł ìŽëìŽ ìŒê”ŽëĄ íìì€ì ë€ìŽê° ìì€ìêČ ìë„넌 걎ëžë€. íì°ì ëíì€ ìì ì§ëê°ë€ íìì€ ìȘœì íë ìłë€ëŽ€ë€. 돞íìŹìŽëĄ ëłŽìž íìì€ ëŽë¶ìë ìŹëŹ ìŹëìŽ í ìŽëžì ì€ìŹìŒëĄ ìì ììë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì ë·ëȘšì”êłŒ ì ì„ë ëČí°ì§ ëȘ»í ì ëëĄ ëì ê·žì ìŽêčšë„Œ 뎀ë€. ê·žë ììȘœì ìë ìŹëë€ì ëłŽêł ë„Œ ëŁêł ììêł , ìĄ°êžì© 볎ìŽë ìì€ì ìŒê”Žì ì°šê°ì ìŒë©° í ëČì© ì ì ìŽ ìì§ìë€. ìì€ì íìì ì§ì€íêł ììë€. ìì ì ë늰 íì°ì ìì ì ìì ë€ëа ìș늏ìŽì ëčì í ë» ì ì ì·ì ëŽë €ë€ëłŽìë€. ë§ì ê°ììë íìì€ì ë€ìŽê°êł ì¶ìì§ë§, 귞걎 ëëŠŹê° ìëëŒêł ìê°íë€. ê·žë ë ë€ì ëíì€ì ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. ë¶íŹëȘ í ì 늏ìì§ë§ ìŽë ŽíìŽ íčì í ììì ìì ìë ìŹì±ì ì€ëŁšìŁìŽ ëłŽìë€. ê·ž ìŹìë ëłììì ì°ì°í ë§ìŁŒìł€ë íêČœìŽ ë¶ëȘ íë€. ì§êž ë€ìŽê°ë 걎 ìì ì ë¶ëëŹìì ëí ëżìŽìë€. ìŽë° ìê°ì íì°ì ì§ì ì ì 볎êŽí í íì„ì€ëĄ ê° ì°ŹëŹŒëĄ ìžì넌 íë©° ìì€ìêČ ìŽë»êČ ëë €ëŹëŒêł í ì§ ìê°íë©° ë§ìì ì§ì ì쌰ë€. âì” ëčìë, ì ìŽë êČ ëŠêČ ì€ì šìŽì!â ìì ì»ìŒëŹ ìš ìžíŽ ëčìê° ë€ê°ì ìžìŹë„Œ 걎ëžë€. âê·žë êČ ëë€.â íì°ì ëłë€ë„ž ì€ëȘ ì íì§ ììë€. ìžíŽ ëčìê° ë ë í íŽì§ëĄ ìŒê”Žì ëŠìŒë©° ìì ì ìŒê”Žì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. âì§ë ëČì Dê”ìì í°ì€ëč ê° ìŽìŽ ëč ìĄë€êł íêžžë ë€ìŽìŽíž íë€êł íìëë°âŠâŠ.â âë€ì ìê°íŽëłŽë ìŽ êČ°íŒ ë돞ì ì€ížë ì€ ë°ì ê±°ììŽ.â âê·žë, êČ°êłŒì ìŒëĄ ìí ì íìŽìŒ.â ê·žë ê°ìêž° íì„ì€ ëŹžìŽ ìŽëŠŹëë ì°ìí ìíì ìŹì±ìŽ ë€ìŽìë€. ê·žë ì ìŒê”Žì íìêł íŹëȘ íìŒë©° ìŽì§ ë¶ëŁ©í 배넌 ì ìžíêł ë ìšëȘžìì êł ê·íšêłŒ ì°ìíšìŽ ëŹŒìŹ íêČŒë€. íêČœì ëłž íì°ì ì ì§ ëȘšë„ŽêČ ìŽë±ê°ìŽ ìêČŒë€. ê·žë ë ìŹëčšëŠŹ ëšì ëŹŒêž°ë„Œ ëŠêł , ì·ë§€ëŹŽì넌 ì 늏í í ëììì ëê°ë € íë€. âì ìë§ì.â ê·žëŹë ììì íêČœì ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ë€ë žë€. âë°©êž ìŹëë€ìŽ ì” ëčìëìŽëŒêł ë¶ë„Žëë°, ìì€ ìš ëčì ë§ìŁ ?â ê°êčìì§ë ë°ì늏ì íì°ì ëȘžì ê·žëëĄ ê”łìŽìĄë€. íêČœì ê·žë ìêČ ë€ê°ê° ë¶ëëœêČ ëŻžì넌 ì§ìë€. âìì€ ìš íìê° êł§ ëë êČ ê°ìë° ì»€íŒ í ìë§ ëíì€ëĄ ê°ì žë€ ìŁŒìêČ ìŽì? ííž ìšê° ëŹŽìš ì»€íŒë„Œ ìąìíëì§ ì ììììì, ê·žë ìŁ ?â ì 8í ì ìêČ ììŁŒ ì€ìí ëŹŒê±Žì ëíëê»ì ê°ì§êł êłìëë€ ì”íì°ì ìŽëŻž ìŹì§ì넌 ëìŒë ëŻŒíêČœì ë§ì ë€ì ìëŹŽê° ììŽ ê±°ì íë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëŻŒíêČœì ë¶íì ê±°ì ëȘ ë čì ê°êčì êž°ì ê·žë ì ìŹêž°ë„Œ ë¶ížíêČ ë§ë€ìë€. íì§ë§ íì°ì ì ë¶ìŠìŽ ìì§ íìì€ìêČ ììŒë ë§ì§ë§ìŒëĄ ìĄë€í ìŒì ë§Ąêž°ëĄ íë€. ëë¶ìŽ ì»€íŒë„Œ ê°ì žë€ìŁŒë©Žì ìì°ì€ë ê·žìêČ ë§ì 걞 ìë ììë€. íì°ì ìŹížíĄì í ë€ ëìíë€. âìêČ ì”ëë€.â âê·žëŒ ë¶íí êČì.â ê·žë êČ ë§í í íêČœì íì„ì€ì ëê°ë€. ìì í ëȘšì±ì ê° ê·žë 넌 ê°ìžë ìê°ìŽ ì ì ììì§ë§, ìŹì í íêČœìêČì íêČš ëì€ë ìì ê°êłŒ íë €íšì íì°êłŒ ëìĄ°ì ìŽìë€. êłŒê±° íì°ì ë¶ì í ì§ìì ê·žë ìë íêČœëłŽë€ ëí멎 ëíì§ ëíì§ë ììë€. íì§ë§ ëȘ ë ìŽ í넞 ì§êž, íì°ì ìŽëŒí ì ìžìë€. ììČë êČ©ì°šì ê·žë ë ì ì늏ì ì°ë ì ììë€. êčì íìšì ëŽìŹë©° ê°ì ì ì¶ì€ëа í ì ëíŒìŒëĄ ê°ìì êł íì„ì€ìì ëìš íì°ì íëčì€ëĄ ê°ì 컀íŒë„Œ ë§ë€ìë€. ìì€ì íì€í 3 í°ì€íŒêłŒ ì°ì 넌 ëŁì ìë©ëŠŹìčŽë žë„Œ ìąìíë€. íìê° ëë ìŹëë€ì íë ëì© íìì€ì ëč ì žëìì§ë§ ê·žë ë ìì€ì ë°êČŹíì§ ëȘ»íë€. âëČìš ëíì€ëĄ ë€ìŽê° 걎ê°?â íì°ì 컀íŒë„Œ ë€êł ëíì€ ëŹžì ëëë žë€. âë€ìŽì€ìžì.â ììì ë€ë €ìš êČì ìì€ì ì°šê°ìŽ ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ìë ìšííêł ë¶ëëŹìŽ íêČœì ëȘ©ì늏ìë€. íì°ì ììŽ ëšë € íë§í°ë©Ž 컀íŒë„Œ ìì ë»íë€. ꞎ êł ëŻŒ ëì ê·žë ë ë§ìčšëŽ ì©êž°ë„Œ ëŽìŽ ëíì€ ëŹžì ìŽìë€. 돞ì ìŽìë§ì ê·žë ë ìì€ì 돎ëŠì ìì ê·žì ëȘ©ì 껎ìêł ìë íêČœì ë°êČŹíë€. ìŽëì ë ììì íì§ë§ ê·ž ì„멎ì ë ëìŒëĄ 볎ë íì°ì ì§ì í ì ììêł ìŹì„ì êł í”ìŒëĄ ë°êł ììë€. ëíì€ëĄ ë€ìŽìš íì°ì ëłž íêČœì ìĄ°êž ëčí©í ëŻíë€. âìŹêž°ì ëêł ëê°ì멎 ëŒì.â íêČœì ë¶ëëŹìŽ ëȘ©ì늏ì ê·žë ë ë€ì 뚞늿ììŽ ëł”ìĄíŽìĄë€. íì°ì ìČìČí êł ê°ë„Œ ë€ìêł êœ€ ê°êčìŽ ê±°ëŠŹìì ìì ì ë°ëŒëłŽêł ìë ìì€ì ëêłŒ ë§ìŁŒìł€ë€. ê·žì ëìì ëżìŽì ž ëì€ë ëêž°ê° ëšìšì ìì ì ìŒìŒëČ늎 êČ ê°ìë€. ê·ž ìê° íì°ì ì§ê°ì ìŒëĄ ìì€ìŽ ìŒë¶ëŹ ê·žë° ëȘšì”ì 볎ìë€ë êČì ììë€. âëŽê° ì ìë ì§ ì멎ì ëíí ê”łìŽ ìŽë° ëȘšì”ì 볎ìŽë ìŽì ê° ëìŒ!â âì” ëčìë?â ì°ìż 컀ë ì ìë íì°ì ëłž íêČœìŽ ì ì ìŽìë€. âë€.â íì°ì êł ê°ë„Œ ìŽì§ ëëìŽêł 컀íŒë„Œ í ìŽëž ìì ìŹë € ëì í ëë§ìčëŻ ëìê°ì§ë§ ëš ë 걞ì ë§ì 걞ìì ë©ì·ë€. ë€ìì ë€ë €ì€ë íŹëŻží ì늏ì ê·žë ì 뚞늏ìì ë€ììŒ ìë ë ìŹëì ëȘšì”ëżìŽìë€. íì°ì ë€ëŠŹì íìŽ íë € ìŁŒì ìì êČ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ íìŹì ìŒëĄ ëČí Œë€. ê·žëŹë íêČœì ìì êłŒ ìì€, ëë§ì ìê°ì ë°©íŽíë ê·žë ì ìĄŽìŹê° ê±°ìŹë žë€. âì” ëčìë, ë ë€ë„ž ì©ê±Ž ììŒìžì?â âê·žâŠâŠ.â íì°ì ëëŽ ì©êž°ë„Œ ëŽìŽ ë€ì íëČ ë€ë„Œ ëì ë§íë€. âì ìêČ ììŁŒ ì€ìí ëŹŒê±Žì ëíëê»ì ê°ì§êł êłìëë€. ëíë, ëë €ìŁŒìžì.â 200ì êł±ëŻží°ì ëŹíë ëíì€ì ë¶ìêž°ë ììê°ì ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. ì± ì ììë ìë„ê° ì°ë믞ìČëŒ ììŹ ìêł , í° ì ìž ë„Œ ì êł ê°ìŁœ ììì ìì ìë ìì€ì ìëŠ ëŒìčë íì ì ì§êł ììë€. âì? ëŹŒê±ŽìŽì?â ìŽ ë§ì ë€ì íêČœì ížêž°ìŹìŽ ë°ëíëì§ ìì€ì ë êœ ê»ŽììŒë©° ëŹŒìë€. âìì€ ìš, ì ëčì ëŹŒê±Žì ìšêž°ë ê±°ìŒ?â âì, ëłê±° ìëìŒ.â ìì€ì íêČœì ìì íì ìĄìëčêČŒêł , íì°ì ë ììì ë ìŹëì ëȘžì ë ë°ì°©ì쌰ë€. íì°ì ì ì ì ì§ë êčšëŹŒêł ì돎 ë§ë íì§ ììì§ë§ íŒëëŹŒìŽ ëë êž°ë¶ìŽìë€. ëš ëłŽë€ ëȘ»í ìì€ì ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëłŽë©° ë§íë€. âëê°ëŽ.â ê·ž ë§ì ê°ë Źíêł ë ê°íčíë€. ê·žë° ìì€ì ëȘšì”ì ê·žë ìêČ ì ë¶ìŠì ìœêČ ëë €ì€ ìê°ìŽ ììŽ ëłŽìë€. âì ì ë¶ìŠìŽìì.â íêČœìŽ ìë íì í ê·žë ë ëšëì§ì ì ìŒëĄ ë§íŽ ìŽ ìŒì íŽêȰíêł êčëíêČ ë ëêł ì¶ìì ëż ì ìë ìŹêž°ì ëšžëŹŒêł ì¶ì§ ììë€. âì ìŽëŻž HTê·žëŁčìì íŽì§íëë° ëíëê»ì ì ì ì ë¶ìŠì ê°ì ž ê°ì šëì§ ëȘšë„ŽêČ ìŽì? ëíëìŽ ì ìêČ ë€ë„ž ê°ì ìŽëŒë ê°ì§êł êłì 걎 ìëì§ ììŹì€ëœì”ëë€. HTê·žëŁčìë ìŒ ìíë ìŹëìŽ ì°šêł ëìčììì. ì ê°ì ëčììêČ ê·žë° ëčìŽí ë°©ëČì ìŹì©íì§ ììŒì šìŒë©Ž ìąêČ ì”ëë€.â ì 9í ëȘšëê° ë€ ëłŽë ììì ì ëíŒì ëČë€ ëíì€ì ìŽìŒìì„êłŒ ê°ìë€. ë íìì€ì ìĄ°ìŹì€ëœêČ ëíë ì”íì°ìŽ ê°ìì ìŽêł ì°šê°ìŽ íë넌 ëłŽìž êČì ìŽëČìŽ ìČììŽìë€. ê·žë ì ë§ì ìì€ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ êžìž ìŽëììĄë€. âì ë§ìŽìŒ, ìì€ ìš?â íêČœìŽ ë€ê°ìš ìê°, ìì€ì ê·žë ê° ëìčì±ì§ ëȘ»íêČ ëŻžê°ì ì°ížë žë€. âì ë§ìŽêČ ìŽ?â ê·žë ìëí íì ìŒëĄ ë§íë€. âì ìŹì ë§ëëĄ HTê·žëŁčì ìŒ ì íë ìŹëì ì°šêł ëìł€ìŽ. ì ë° ìŒê° ëčìì ì ë¶ìŠì ìíì§ë, íìíì§ë ìì.â âíŽìŹíêž° ì ì ìžììžêłë ëë°ëĄ íŽìŒì§. ì ìŹí ë ì§êží ì ëíŒì ì êł ìžììžêłë ììŽ ë ëë 걎 HTê·žëŁč ê·ìčì ìŽêžëëêč.â ê·žì ìŒ íì°ì ìì ì ì ë¶ìŠì ìŽì©íŽ HTê·žëŁčìŒëĄ ë¶ëŹë€ìž ìì€ì ìë넌 ììì°šë žë€. ìŽêłłì ëšê±°ë ì돎êČë ììŽ ë ëê±°ë. ìì€ì ìŽë° ë°©ëČì ìŹì©íŽ ê·žë 넌 íëł”íëëĄ íë €êł íìŒë©° íì°ìŽ íëł”í êČìŽëŒ íì íë€. ê·ž ìê°, íì°ìêČ ëšì ìë ë§ì§ë§ ììĄŽìŹêčì§ ëȘšìĄ°ëŠŹ ì§ë°íë€. âì, ê·žë° ê±°ìŒ? ê·žë° ê±°ë©Ž ì” ëčìê° ìëȘ»íë€.â âìê° ì” ëčìë ìì€ ìš ìŹìŽì ëê° ìë ì€ ìììì.â íêČœìŽ ìì€ì íì ë íêł ëë êČì ëłž íì°ì 믞ìčëŻìŽ ëšëŠŹë ë§ìì ì”ëë„Žêł êČìì ì ëíŒ ììŒì ëČêł ì ìž ë„Œ íëì© íìë€. âëČìêČì.â ê°êȰíêł íì€í ë€ êžì. âìì€ ìš ë§ìŽ ë§ì. ëëŒ ê±°ë©Ž íì€íêČ ëëŽìŒì§.â ê·žë ì ê°ìì€ëŹìŽ íëì ëíì€ì ìœìê°ì êł ìíŽìĄë€. íêČœì 믿ì ì ìë€ë íì ìŒëĄ ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. ìŽëŻž êł ê°ë„Œ ììž ìì€ì ìì ìŒëĄ ìŒëŁ©ì§ ìëí ëëčìŽ ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. ê·žë ì”ê·Œ íì°ìŽ ìŽì êłŒ íì°í ë€ë„Žë€ë êČì ë¶ëȘ íêČ ëêŒë€. ìŽ ëëì ê·žë ê° ìì ì ìĄ±ììì ìì í ëČìŽë êČìČëŒ ë§ëĄë ì€ëȘ íêž° ìŽë €ìŽ ê°ì ìŽìë€. ìì€ì ìì í í”ì ë „ì ììë€. ìë멎 3ë ìŽëŒë êČ°íŒ ìíëì ê·žë 넌 ì ë§ëĄ ìŽíŽíì§ ëȘ»í 걎 ìëêč? ëíì€ì ìëŹžìŽ ëč 넎êČ íŒì§ì ë§ì ì§ìë€ìŽ ëŹž ììì êž°ìê±°ë žë€. ì돎ë íì ìšííêł ìčì íë íì°ìêČ ê·žë° ê±°ìč ë©ŽìŽ ìì ê±°ëŒ ìê°íì§ ëȘ»íë€. ì ìž ë„Œ ëČì íì°ì íì ëìë§ ì êł ììêł , ê·žë ì ìëŠë€ìŽ ëȘžë§€ê° ëëŹëŹë€. ê·žë ì ëȘžë§€ê° ëëŹëì ë°ì ìë ëëŁë€ì ì ì ë€ëŹŒì§ ëȘ»íë€. âì ë§ ëČì ì€ì ëȘ°ëìŽì, ê·Œë° ì” ëčìë ëȘžë§€ ì§ì§ ììë€ìâŠâŠ.â âìë, ì°ëŠŹ ì ëíŒìŽ ìŽë êČ ííŒì§íë° ëê° ì” ëčìë ëȘžë§€ê° ì ë êČ ìąìì§ ììêČ ìŽì?â ê”Źëíì ëŒ ë늏ë ë§ëĄ ê·žë€ì ìë€ê° ë©ì·ë€. âììŁŒ íê°íì§? ìŒ ì íŽ? ì ë¶ ìêžìì êčìŒ ì€ ìì!â ëȘšìŹ ìë ì§ìë€ì ìëĄì ëìč넌 ëłŽë€ ìŠì ê°ìì ìëŠŹëĄ ëìê°ë€. ê·žì ìŒ ëíë ìŽì§ ìŽëа ì°œëŹž íìŒëĄ ìì ë€ìŹë€ëłŽìêł ìŽíŽê° ì ëë ë¶ë¶ìŽ ë§ìììì ì¶©ëíë€. âëíëìŽ ìŽëŻž íŽìŹí ìŒê° ëčì ë돞ì ìŒì ìŽë êČ ìŽë ”êČ ë§ëë 걎 ìČì ëŽ, ëëìČŽ ëŹŽìš ìŒìŽ ììë ê±°ìŒ?â ëíì€ ììì ëì íëë§ ì êł ìë íì°ì ê°ìì€ëŹìŽ ì°Ź êł”êž°ì ìì°íë€. ê·žë ë ì¶ì넌 êČŹë í ê°ì í êł ê°ë„Œ ë€ìë€. âëíë, ìŽì ì ì ë¶ìŠ ìą ìŁŒì€ëì?â íì°ì ê·žê° ë ë€ë„ž ìŽì 넌 ëë©° ê±°ì í êč ëŽ ê±±ì íë©° ë§íë€. âë§ìíì ìžììžêłë ì ê° ìëŠŹë„Œ ìĄì í ê”Ź ì€ì„ëê» ìŽë©ìŒëĄ 볎ëŽêČ ì”ëë€. ëíë ë§ìì ë€ì§ ììŒë©Ž ì§ë ëŹ ìêžì ì ìŁŒì ë ë©ëë€.â ìŽë ìì€êłŒì êŽêłë„Œ ìì í ëêČ ë€ë ë»ìŽìë€. ìì€ì êČì ëëìë ìëíŽìĄêł , íêł í íì°ì ëȘšì”ì ì ì ìë ê°ì ìŽ ê°ìŽ êčì êłłììë¶í° íëȘ°ììčêł ììë€. ì 10í ì€ëč ì ë§ì€ âìì€ ìš?â ëŻŒíêČœì í êł”ê°ì ê°ìŽ ìë ìŽ ë ìŹëìŽ ìŽë€ êŽêłìžì§ ëȘšë„ž ì± ê·žì ì”íì°ìŽ ëì ê±°ìŹëŠŹêž°ë§ íë€. âìì€ ìš, ìŒë„ž ìŁŒêł ëłŽëŽ! ì€ë ì°ëŠŹ ë¶ëȘšëìŽ ëŽê° ëčì ë°ëŠŹêł ì€ë ì€ ìêł êž°ë€ëŠŹêł ììŽ, ì€ë«ëì ëȘ» ë§ëŹìì, ì°ëŠŹ ë¶ëȘšëìŽ ìì€ ìš ëłŽêł ì¶ë.â ë¶ëëŹìŽ ê·žë ì ëȘ©ì늏ì íìì€ì ì ì ì ì°šë žë€. íìš ê°ëŹžì ëŻŒìš ê°ëŹžì ê°ì± ì ëëŒêł ììŽ ê·žë ëŻŒìš ì íì 방돞íìŽìŒ íë€. íì§ë§ ìŽ ë§ìë íì°ì ìŒê”Žì ìì€ì ëí ëȘšë êČë€ìŽ ë ìŽì ê·žë ì ì돎 ìêŽìŽ ìë êČìČëŒ íìšíë€. ìì€ì ë”ë”íêł ëł”ìĄíë€. âì êž° ììŽ.â íì°ì ê·žê° í±ìŒëĄ ê°ëŠŹíš ìȘœì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. ê·žêłłì ì ë¶ìŠìŽ ì ìêž° ë°ì ì돎ë êČë ëëžëŹì§ ì± ë§ìč ê·žë ìČëŒ ëČ늌ë°ì êČìČëŒ ëłŽìë€. âë€.â íì°ì ììží ë§ìì ì”ëë„Žêł ì ë¶ìŠì ìŁŒìë€ì ë€ ë€ë ëìëłŽì§ ìêł ëììì ëíì€ì ë ëŹë€. ê·ž ë€ìë ë ìčŽëĄêł ì°šê°ìŽ ìì ìŽ ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒë€ëë êČ ê°ìë€. ëíì€ ëŹžì ìŽêł ëê°ë ìê° ìŹëŹŽì€ ì§ìë€ì ìì ìŽ ìŒì í ì ë žë€. ê·žì í„믞ëĄêČ ëłŽë ìŹëë ìêł ëì íë ìŹëë ììì§ë§ ê·žë€ì ìì ìë ê°ìê±°ëŠŹëŒë ë°°êČœìŽ êčë € ììë€. ëê”°ë€ë íìŹìì íì°ìŽ ìì€ì êŒŹì ì ê·žìêČ ì«êČšëŹë€ë ì돞ë ëìë€. ê·žë ë ëČì ìŒëĄ ìì€ì ë¶ìžìŽìì§ë§, ëŽì°ë ëĄ ìčë¶ëë€. íì°ì ëììžìŽ ë¶ìŽìĄë€. ëëŹŒì ì°žêž° ìíŽ ì ì°ë©° 1ìž” ëĄëčì ëì°©íì ë ë€ìì ë€ê°ì€ë ë°ìê” ìëŠŹê° ë€ë žë€. âì” ëčìë, ë°ì ëč ìì. ì¶ì°ì멎 ì êČì· ë늎êČì.â ì°ì°ì ê°ì žë€ì€ ìŹëì ë€ëŠìë ê”Źëíìë€. âë§€ì í HTê·žëŁčìë ë°ë»í ìŹëìŽ ìꞎ íê”Źë.â êČì·ì ëČìŒë €ë ëí넌 ëłž íì°ì 귞넌 ë§ëŠŹë©° ììžíšì ëȘ©ì ìŒìŒ°ë€. âìëìì, êł ë§ìì ê”Ź ì€ì„ë. ìŽì ë§ë ìŒë ìêČ ë€ì.â ê·žë ì ììží íì ì ëłž ëíë ì ì ìì§ìì§ë§ íëì ëŹŽìš ë§ì íŽìŒ í ì§ ëȘ°ëë€. ê·žê° ëšžëê±°ëŠŹë ìŹìŽ íì°ì ëŻžë šììŽ ìëŠŹë„Œ ë ë ëč ììŒëĄ ë°ìŽë€ìë€. ìŽëŽ ëë ííì°ë§ìŽ êżìì êčšìŽë ì ìë ì ìŒí ë°©ëČìŽìë€. êł”íìŒëĄ í„íë íìì ìì ì°œë°ìŒëĄ ììì§ë ëčì€êž°ë„Œ ë°ëŒëłŽë íì°ì ëȘ ë ëì ìŽìë ëìê° ëì ë€ìŽì ì°žì§ ëȘ»íêł ì í넌 걞ìë€. ì íê° ì°êȰëìë§ì ì§ìč ê·žë ë ì ëščë íì ë€íŽ ë§íë€. âì€ëč âŠâŠ.â ê·žë ë ìëìêČ ëȘ ë§ë ë§ì í ë€ ì í넌 ëìë€. 8ìê° í, ì ì©êž°ê° Bì êł”íì ì°©ë„íë€. íì°ì í€ê° íŹêł êČì ì·ì ì ì í ëšìì íì ìêČŒë€. ë€ì ìë êČœížììŽ ê·žë ì ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëêł ë ìŹëì ì ì©êž°ì íì ë€. âŠâŠ ëŠì ë°€, êČìì ëČ€í늏 í ëê° ìČìČí íìš êł íìŒëĄ ë€ìŽì°ë€. ë·ìąìì ìì ìë ìì€ì êł ê°ë„Œ ë€ìŽ ëŹŽì±í êŽëȘ© ìë êł ìž” ì íì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. íì ë ë¶ìŽ ìŒì ž ìë ìčšì€ë ìŽëĄêž°ë§ íë€. âì§ì§ ê°ê”Źë.â íêČœì ìëí ìì€ì êž°ìŽì ëêŒêł , ììŹ ì늏ìì ê·žë ì ìëČì§ê° í ë§ ë돞ì íë êČ ë¶ëȘ íë€êł ìê°íë€. âìì€ ìš, ë°„ ëščì ë ì°ëŠŹ ìžëë ìì€ ìš ìŹìŽì ìŒìŽë ìŒëĄ êž°ë¶ìŽ ìíë€ë ê±° ìì. êȰíŒì ìëë„Žì§ ììë ëŒ, ì°ëŠŹ ìëč ë ì êČœ ì°ì§ ë§. ì°ëŠŹ ìëč ë ëŽê° íŒì ìì ìŽëŒ ìŹìŽíë êČëżìŽìŒâŠâŠ.â íêČœì ë§ì ìì€ì ìê°ì ë€ëĄ 믞ë€ëêł , ê·žë ê° ìĄì ìì ì ìë§€ ëì 볎며 ë§íë€. âê”ŹêČšìĄë€.â íêČœì ê·žì ë§ì 돎ììì ìŒëĄ ìì ëë€. ê·ž í ìì€ì 돞ì ìŽêł ì°šìì ëŽë žêł , íêČœì ìžìží ë ëë ê·žì ë·ëȘšì”ì ë©íë ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. âì€ë ëíì€ìì ìêž° ë€ëŠŹ ìì ìíìŒë©Žì ìŽë»êČ í룚ë ì ì§ëŹëë° ëŽ ìŹëìŽ ë ê±°ìŒ?â íì§ë§ ê·žë ë ìê°ì ì ì 믞ë€ëêł ìì€ì ë€ë„Œ ë°ëŒ ì°šìì ëŽë žë€. ì 11í ì°žê° ìêČ©ìŽ ë°íëčíë€ êł íìì íì°žì êž°ë€ëа ê°ì ë¶ë ëììš íìì€ì ìžíŹë„Œ ë°ìë€ìêł , ìì€ì ë€ì ìë ëŻŒíêČœì ëłŽêł ì ì ë©íŽìĄë€. âíêČœ ìê°ìš, ë°©ì ì€ëčíŽ ëì”ëë€. ìŽìȘœ ëł”ë넌 ë°ëŒ ìŹëŒê°ì멎 ë©ëë€.â ìì€ì ë°ëŒ êłëšìŒëĄ í„íë íêČœì ë©ì¶° ìì 믿ì ì ìë€ë ëŻìŽ ìłë€ëŽ€ë€. âìì€ ìš, ì°ëŠŹ ê°ìŽ ìë ê±° ìëìì?â ê·žë ê° êł íìŒëĄ ë€ìŽì€ë 걞 ëìí ìì€ì êȰíŒë ì돔ì ìŒëĄ ëìí êČ©ìŽìë€. íšê» ìŹë 걎 ëčì°í ìŒìŽìë€. ê·žë ì ë§ì ìì€ì 믞ê°ì ì°ížë žë€. âê·žâŠâŠ.â íêČœì ë ìŽì ìŽë í ë§ë ê°í íì§ ëȘ»íë€. ëšììë íì°ì íì ìŽ ìŹëŒì§êč ëŽ ê·žë ê°ì ë¶ìêČ ë€ë„ž ë°©ì ì€ëčíŽëŒêł ì§ìíìë€. âë ìì§ í ìŒìŽ ëšììŒëêč 뚌ì ìëŹ ê°.â ìì€ì 돎êŽìŹí ìŽíŹëĄ íêČœì ë°ëŒëłŽë©° ëëčì 볎ëë€. âíì§ë§âŠâŠ.â ììëëĄ íêČœì ìŹì í ëŹê°ì§ ìì ì¶ê¶ì íŽ ìêł , ìì€ì ì§ì넌 ë°ì ë°°íììŽ ê·žë 넌 ë§ìë€. âíêČœ ìê°ìš, ì ë°ëŒì€ìžì.â êł íì ì늏ëČ ìŽí° ëŹžìŽ ë«íë©° ì°šê°êž° ì§ìŽ ìë ìì€ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ ê°ë €ìĄë€. íêČœì ë§ììì ë¶ë§ì ì”ëë ë€. âê·ê”í íëĄ ìì€ ìšì íëìŽ ë돎 ëŹëŒìĄìŽ.â ê°êčêł ë 뚌 ê·žì ë§ìì ëì í ì ì ììë€. ììŹëĄ ëììš ìì€ì ì€ì넌 íêł ëȘ©ìê°ìŽì ì ì ë€ ìì ë 돞ì넌 íìŽëŽ€ì§ë§ ì ì ì ëŽ ë°ëĄ ê° ììë€. ìì ê°ìŒë©Ž íì°ìŽ ììŹì ë°ë»í ìí넌 ê°ì žë€ìŁŒêł ìčšì€ëĄ ê° ê·žë„Œ êž°ë€ë žì êČìŽë€. ëëĄë ììŹìì ë°€ì ì§ìì°êž°ë íêł , ëëĄë ìčšì€ëĄ ëìì ê·žë ë ìíìì, ìì€ì ìčšëìì ìêž°ë íì§ë§ ê·žë ë í룚ë ëč ì§ììŽ ìí넌 ê°ì žë€ì€Źë€. íì§ë§ ì€ëì ì돎늏 êž°ë€ë €ë ìí넌 ê°ì žë€ìŁŒë ìŹëìŽ ììë€. ìŽë° ê·žë ì íì ì ìì€ì êŽí ì§ìŠìŽ ëŹë€. ìŽë ì íê° ìžë žë€. í멎ì ëŹ âê”Ź ì€ì„âìŽëŒë êžì넌 ëłŽêł ìì€ì ì ì§ ëȘšë„ŽêČ ëëìŽ ìąì§ ìì 믞ê°ì ì°ížë žë€. [ëíë, ë°©êž Dê” ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëí ëŽëčììêČ ì°ëœìŽ ìëë° HTê·žëŁčìŽ êž°ë¶êžìĄ ì ë€ë ìŽì ëĄ ì°žê° ìêČ©ì ë°íëčíë€êł í©ëë€.] ìì€ì ìŒê”Žì êžìž ìŽëììĄë€. ìë ìŽ ëȘšë êČì íì°ìŽ ëŽëčíì§ë§ ê·žë ê° ë ë ìŽì ëȘšë 걎 ëíì ëȘ«ìŽ ëìë€. âêž°ë¶êžìĄ ì ë€êł ? ë°ëí ì°žê° ìêČ©ì ê° ê·žëŁčìŽ ì ìììŹì êž°ë¶í êžìĄì êž°ì€ìŒëĄ êȰì íë ê±° ìëìŒ? HTê·žëŁčì ìë ì ìŽëŻž 600ì” ìì êž°ë¶íìŽ, ê·Œë° ì ë€êł ?â ëíì êž°ë¶ìŽ ìŹììč ìë€ë êČì ëë ëíë ë±ì ììëìŽ íë ë€. [ì ë ìŽíŽê° ëì§ ìì ìŽ ëŹžì ì ëíŽ ììëłŽë €êł ì” ëčìëê» ì°ëœëë žì§ë§, ìŹì©í ì ìë ëČížëŒêł âŠâŠ.] ââŠâŠ.â ëíë ë€ì ë§ì êłì ìŽìŽ ëê° ì ììë€. êł§ ììŹë ì ì ì í©ìžìêł ìì€ì ìžìì ì§ìŒë©° ì€ë ëíì€ìì ì ëíŒì ëČë íì°ì ëȘšì”ì ë ìŹë žë€. ê·žë ì ì ìë ê°ì ì ê°ìŽìŽ íëȘ°ììł€ë€. ê·žì êž°ì”ìŽ ë§ë€ë©Ž, íì°ì ìêłšìì íìŽë ìëê¶ ëíì ì ííë€. ê·žë ë ë žë „ ëì ì·ê°êČ넌 ìŽìì§ë§ ìì€êłŒ êȰíŒí í ìŒë§ ëì§ ìì 돞ì ë«ìë€. ê·žë êČ íì°ì íìš ì§ììì ì êž°ì ìŒëĄ ìŁŒë ì©ëì ì ìžíêł ë ì¶ê° ìì ìŽ ììë€. âëë ìë ìŹìê° ìŽëëĄ ê°ìêč?â âì°ì ìêłšëĄ ê° ëŽ.â ê·žë íì°ìŽ ìë €ì€ êł í„ ìŁŒì넌 ìì§ë êž°ì”íêł ììêł , ê·žë 넌 ì°Ÿì ì ìë€êł íì íë€. âê·žëŠŹêł Dê” ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëí ëŽëčììêČ ì ííŽ. ìŽì± ììë ìꞰ넌 íŽ ëŽìŒ êČ ìŽ.â ì í넌 ëì ìì€ì íŽëí°ì ì§ìŽ ëìĄêł , ê·žì ìŒê”Žì ì ì ë ìŽëììĄë€. ì 12í Dê”ì ë€ìŻ ì€ëč ë€ ì ëœí ê±ŽëŹŒì ížíëĄìŽ ì€ìížëŁž, ì”íì°ì ì”ìí ëŻ êž°ì§ê°ë„Œ íŽêł ìŒìŽëŹë€. ë°© ê”ŹìĄ°ë ê°ê”Źë€ì ê·žë ê° ë ëŹì ëì ë€ëŠììë€. íì°ì 뚞늏맥ìë ë°ë»í ì°šê° ëìŹ ììêł , ìčšë ììë ìžë šë ì·ë€ìŽ ìŹëŹ ëČ ëìŹ ììë€. ìœ ëìŽ ìí°ê±°ë žë€. Bìììë êżë êŸžì§ ëȘ»í ëì°ìë€. âí ìëČì§ë ëčíêž° ì¶ëœ ìŹêł ììì ë€ìŒìêł ë€ê° ì í넌 ì ë°ìì ìŹì ì§ê° ì€ì šìŽ, ìì§ë ëłìì ëìêłì .â ë€ìì ë°ìëŠŹê° ê°êčìì§ëë êČì ì·ì ì ì í° í€ì ëšìê° ìčŽëŠŹì€ë§ì ìì°ëŒë„Œ íêž°ë©° ê·žë ì ìčšì€ì ëíëŹë€. ê·žë BìëĄ íì°ì ë°ëŠŹëŹ ìš ì€ëč ì”íëŻŒìŽìë€. íëŻŒì íìŹ ì”ìš ê°ëŹžì êČœìì ìŽëêł ìêł íì ìšííšì ì ì§íë©° í ëČë í넌 ëž ì ìŽ ìë€. í ìëČì§ê° ížì°źìŒìë€ë ììì íì°ì ë컄 êČìŽ ë ìžëščìë€. âì€ëč , ë§ìŽ ìì€íì ê±°ìŒâŠâŠ?â âìŹê°í ì ëë ìëìŒ, ë ë€ ëȘžìŽë ì±êČš.â íëŻŒì íì°ì ìì ìĄìëčêž°ë©° ëê°ë €ë ê·žë 넌 ë§ìë€. âì§êž ë€ êŒŽì ëŽ, ìŽêČ ìŹë ìŒê”ŽìŽìŒ? ìì ì í ìœì ìììŽ?â ìŽ ë§ì ë€ì íì°ì ë°ê±žìì ë©ì·ë€. ëčì°í ìì§ ììë€. ê·žë ë í ìëČì§ìêČ íìì€ìŽ ìì ì ìŹëíì§ ìêł ëìê° ìŽíŒêčì§ íêČ ëë€ë©Ž ììí ì”ìš ê°ëŹžì ëšì ê°ì ì ëêČ ë€êł ìœìíë€. ìŹì§ìŽ íì°ì ì”ìš ê°ëŹžì ìŹì ì íì„íêž° ìíŽ 4ë ê°ëŹž ì€ íëìž ëìš ê°ëŹžêłŒ êȰíŒíêČ ë€ë ì ìì ììí ë°ìë€ìŽêž°ëĄ íë€. âì€ëč ê° ê°ìêž° ìŽë° ë§ì íë 걞 볎멎, ëČìš ìŹëì ì°Ÿì ëì ê±°ìŒ?â âëìš ê°ëŹžì ìë€ì ìììŁŒë ë°ëë„ìŽëŒêł íëë°âŠâŠ.â âê·Œë° ì€ëč ë ìŽíŒíì§ë ìŒë§ ì ëêł , ìì§ ìŹíŒí ìê°ìŽ ììŽâŠâŠ.â ê·žë ë ê±°ì ëčë€ìíŒ ë§íë€. ìê° íëŻŒì íì ì íëë ì ëłŽë€ íšìŹ ë¶ëëŹìì§ ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ë§íë€. ëčì°í êČìŁŒë €êł í ë§ìŽìë€. âë ì”ìš ì§ì ëžìŽìŒ. ì°ëŠŹ ê°ëŹžì ììì í멎ìêčì§ ì§ìì í€ì°ì§ ìì íì§ë§, í ìëČì§ê° ììčíì€ ëêčì§ë ëŽ ììì ì€ë„ží ìí ì ëëí íŽ.â ìŽ ë§ì ì믞ë Dê”ì ìë íëŻŒì DSê·žëŁčì ë€ìŽì€ëŒë ë§ìŽìë€. íì°ì ê°ìĄ±ë€ì ê·žë ê° ììŽë êžëĄëČëčì§ëì€íë¶ì ë€ìŽê° ëë¶í° ìŽ ìŒì ìŒëì ëêł ììë€. íì§ë§ íì°ìŽ ìì ì êżì ìŽëŁšêž° ìíŽ ëììŽë ëžëë ìì ìŽêł ìì€ìêČ ìČ«ëì ë°í ì€ì ëê° ìììŽëŒë íìêč? âì€ëč ë í ìëČì§ê° ë§ìŽ ììíŽíì€ ê±°ìŒ.â çźä»ïŒç»ć©äžćčŽïŒé»æèżééłćçææéœæČĄçą°ć°ïŒæŽć«æèŻäžäžćżć愳ă çŽć°äžćșç©șéŸïŒć„čäœäžșćčžćè ïŒćŽćšć»éąéæè§äșééłćéȘć«ç愳äșșćäș§æŁă ć„čæç„éïŒć„č仿Șè”°èżèżèżäžȘç·äșșçćżæżă ćłćźæŸæçéŁäžć»ïŒć„čæèș«äžćç«ç¶æäșć šçéŠćŻçć€ćć„łă æąç¶éć€Șć€ȘćäžäșïŒéŁć°±ćéæ°çæ»ćŻč怎ïŒèź©ä»ćäč髿äžäžïŒ <âŠBìëĄ í„íë ìŹê°êž°ê° ì°©ë„ ì€ ê°ìì€ëŹìŽ ìŹêł ê° ëŹì”ëë€. ìŽëĄ ìžíŽ íìŹ ìŹë§ììê° 136ëȘ ì ëìŽì°ìŒë©° ììĄŽìë 3ëȘ ì ë¶êłŒí ìí©ì ëë€.> ëłì ëĄëčì ëí ì€íŹëаìë ìŽëČ íêł”êž° ìŹêł ê° ì€ìê°ìŒëĄ 볎ëëêł ììë€. ì”íì°ì ìž ëȘ ëżìž ììĄŽì ì€ì íëëĄ ë ë€ëŠŹì ë¶ë넌 ê°ì ì± ì€íìì€ ëłì ìì ëì ììë€. ê·žë, ìì ë€ëа ížëí°ìì ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. âì§êž êł ê°ëê»ì ì í넌 ë°ì ì ìì”ëë€. ë€ìì ë€ì 걞ìŽìŁŒìžì.â ìŹêł ê° ëë ê·ž ìê°ë¶í° ì§êžêčì§, ëšíž íìì€ì ì í넌 ë°ì§ ììë€. ì€ë§ ê·žê° ìš ëëŒë„Œ ë ë€ì©íêČ í ìŹê°êž° ìŹêł 넌 ëȘšë„Œ ìŒì ììë€. ìŹêł ëčì, íì„ìë ìčê°ë€ì ìì ìŽ ìŹêž°ì êž° ì돎ë êČë ëë € ììë€. ê·žë ë ìŹêł ì ì¶©êČ©êłŒ ìŁœìì êł”íŹëĄ ìšë ì ëëĄ ìŽ ì ììë€. êȰíŒí ì§ 3ë ìŽë ëìì§ë§ ëšížì ê·žë ê° ê°ì„ íìëĄ íë ìê° ì°ëœìŽ ëì§ ììë€. íì°ì ë§ì í ìŒ ìŽ ìë € ì€ë êČì ëêŒë€. ê·žë, íŽëí° ëČš ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. íì°žìŽë ë©íêČ ìë ê·žë ë ì ì ì ì°šëŠŹêł ë°ì ì넌 íìžíë€. í ëšžëìë€. íì°ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ ìŽëììĄë€. âìŹëłŽìžì.â ê·žë ê° ìë© ì° ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ì í넌 ë°ìë€. ì í 걎ëížìì ìčì í멎ìë ì°ëĄí ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. [ì°ëŠŹ íì°ìŽ, ìŽ í ëŻžê° ë ë돞ì ì ëȘ ì ëȘ» ìŁœêČ ê”Źë. ë돎 ëëŒì ë§ìŽìŒ. ìŽë ë€ìč ë°ë ìêł ? ìì€ìŽê° ìì ê°ìŽ ìì§?] ê°ììì ìì€ì ìčí ëšžëëĄ íìš ì§ì ìŹëë€ ì€ ì ìŒíêČ íì°ìêČ êŽìŹì ê°ë ë¶ìŽìë€. âìì€ ìšëâŠâŠ.â ëšžëê±°ëŠŹë ê·žë ì ë§ì ê°ìììŽ ëŹŽìžê°ë„Œ ëìč ì± ëŻíë€. [ìŽë° ì ì ëê° ëì 뎀ë! ëčìëĄ ë ìëŽëĄ, íŽìž ì¶ì„ê° ëšíž ìŒì ë€ ëŽìŁŒêł ìëë° ìŽë êČ í° ìŹêł ê° í°ìĄëë°ë ìœëčŒêž°ë ì볎ìŹ? êž°ë€ë €ëŽëŒ! ìŽ í ëŻžê° ì ì ëê° ê·ž ë ìì ê°ë§ ëë!] ê·žë ê° ë€ì ëŹŒìë€. [ì§êž ìŽë ëłìì ììŽ? ì§ìŹë„Œ ëłŽëŒ í ë êž°ë€ëŠŹë Ž!] íì°ìŽ ëłì ìŁŒì넌 ìë €ìŁŒì ê°ììì ì í넌 ëìë€. ê·žë ë êł ê°ë„Œ íč ììž ì± ë§ììŽ íì êœí ìë ìŁŒìŹ ë°ëì ëčŒëë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ë í”ìŠì ì°žìŒë©° ìčšëìì ëŽë €ìë€. âíìë¶, ì§êž ëíìë ê±°ìì? ë€ëŠŹ ë¶ììŽ ìŹê°íë ìì ì ì·šíŽìŒ íŽì.â ë§ìčš ëłì€ëĄ ë€ìŽì€ë ê°ížìŹê° êčì§ ëëŒ ìëŠŹìł€ë€. âëȘ©ë° ìą ê°ì žë€ìŁŒìžì. íŽìíŽìŒêČ ìŽì.â íì°ì ë§íŹê° ìŒë§ë ëšížíëì§ ê°ížìŹê° ë©íë ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. ì„êž°ê° ì ìíŽìŒ íë€ë©Ž ëłì볎ë€ë ìì€ì ëłžê°ìì ììíë ížìŽ ëì êČ ê°ìë€. ìŹì€, íì°ì HTê·žëŁč íì„ì ëčììë€. ìŽëČ ëë°ìŽ ì¶ì„ì ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ì ìíì ì í ë°°ìčì ê·ŒëŹŽìžìì íì ì§êž° ìíŽ HTê·žëŁčì ëííŽ ê°ë êČìŽìë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ìŒì êČ°êłŒë„Œ ìŠì ëłŽêł íêž°ëĄ ëìŽììë€. âíìì€ ìŽ ëšì, ëëìČŽ ì§êž ìŽëì ë íêł ìë ê±°ìŒ?â êȰê”, ê°ížìŹë íŽìíêČ ë€ë ê·žë 넌 ë§ì§ ëȘ»íë€. íì°ì êł§ì„ ì€íìì€ì ëì ëȘ©ë°ì ì§êł ì ëê±°ëŠŹë©° ìë©ìČëĄ í„íë€. ê·žë, ëłì 1ìž” ëĄëčì ì 늏 ëČœ ëëšžëĄ ì”ìí ì°šëëČížíìŽ ëłŽìë€. êł êž ìčì©ì°š ëȘ ëê° ê·ž ë€ë„Œ ë°ë„Žêł ììëë° ììží 볎ë HT ê·žëŁč ìì ì ì°šë€ìŽìë€. 뚌ì ì°šìì ëŽëа ìŹëë€ìŽ êČì ì ìížë„Œ ì ì í ëšì넌 ëčŒêłĄí ëëŹìžêł ììë€. ê·žë ìŽë€ ìŹì넌 íì ìêł ììëë° ê·žë 넌 ëȘčì ìëŒë ëŻ ëłŽìë€. ê·žì êČì ì ìœížê° ê·žë ì íì ë€ëŠŹë„Œ ëźêł ììë€. ëšìë íì°ì ìĄŽìŹë„Œ ì í ìì§ ëȘ»í ì± í©êží ëłì ëłžêŽ ìȘœìŒëĄ í„íë€. íì°ì ê·ž ì늏ì ìì ìŹì넌 ìêł ì 돞ì ì§ì°°ì€ëĄ ë€ìŽê°ë 귞넌 ê°ë§í ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. êȰíŒìí 3ë ëì ì ë êČ ë€ì í ëšížì ëȘšì”ì í ëČë ëłž ì ìŽ ììë€. ê·žê° ìêł ìë ìŹìë ëê”ŹìŒêč? ê·žë ë ê°ìêž° ê°ìŽì ììČë í”ìŠìŽ ë°ë €ì€ë êČì ëêŒë€. ê·ž êł í”ìŽ ìŒë§ë 컞ëì§ ížíĄìŽ êł€ëí ì§êČœìŽìë€. ê·žë, ëł”ë ë°ëížìì 걞ìŽì€ë ê°ížìŹê° ë€ëŠŽëœ ë§ëœ í ìëŠŹëĄ í”ííë©° ê·žë ì êłì ìëê°ë€. âëŽê° ê·žìȘœìŒëĄ ê°êČ. ì ìŹëìŽ êČœì ëŽì€ì ììŁŒ ë±ì„íë HT ê·žëŁč íêłì íìì€ìŽìŒ. ì€ì ëĄ ëłŽë ë ëšìë€ìŽë°? ì°ëŠŹ ëłììì 볎êČ ëë€ë ë돎 ì êž°íŽ. ìŹììčê”Ź ë°ëŠŹêł ì°ë¶ìžêłŒì ì§ëŁë°ìŒëŹ ìë ëŽ.â âì°ë¶ìžêłŒ? íì€íŽ?â âê·žëŒ íì€íì§. ì§ëŁ ì°šížì ì í 걞 뎀ëë° ëČìš íìê° 12ìŁŒë ëëë°? íì ìíê° ë¶ìì íì§ ì€ë ì¶íìŽ ììë. ê·žëì íìŹì„ìŽ ìêł ìš ê±°ëŒ ëë°?â ê·ž ë§ì ë€ì íì°ìŽ ëšžëŠżììŒëĄ ë ì§ë„Œ êłì°íë€. â12ìŁŒëŒë©ŽâŠâŠ ë ëŹ ì ?â ì 2í íëìŽ ë§șìŽì€ 컀í íì°ì ë ëŹ ì , 1ìŁŒìŒ ì ë ì¶ì„ ìŒì ìŽ ìĄí ìë íìì€ì ìŒì ëłŽêł ìê° ìê°ëŹë€. ížëí°ì ì„êł ìë ê·žë ì ììŽ ëšë €ìë€. âê·ž ë ìꞎ ììŽìž ê±°ìŒ?â ê·žë ë íìì€ì ìšêČšì§ ìëŽëĄ ì€ë ì ë¶í° ëčë°êłìœì ë§șêł ììë€. íì§ë§ ìŽì ê» ëšížì ì€ìșë€ì ëíŽìë ë€ìŽëłž ì ìŽ ììë€. âíìì€ ìŹì„ìŽ ìŹììčê”ŹìêČ ì°ž ê°ëłí êČ ê°ìâŠâŠ ì ìŹìë ì ìì ëëŒë„Œ ê”Źíë ëŽ. 볎ìíë êł§ êł”ìë°íê° ë êČ ê°ìë°?â âê·žëŹêČ. ëë ìêč êČìíŽ ëŽ€ìŽ. ë€ ìê°ì ì ìŹëìŽ ìŹììčê”Źê° ë§ë êČ ê°ì?â ìčŽížë„Œ ë°êł ê°ë ì ì ê°ížìŹê° ìì ìë ê°ížìŹìêČ ížëí° ì ìŹì§ì 볎ìŹìŁŒìë€. ê·žëŹì ê·žë ê° êčì§ ëëŒë©° ë§íë€. âë§ì, ë§ì! ìŽ ìŹììŒ! STê·žëŁč ëì§ž ëž! íìì€ìŽë ë돎 ì ìŽìžëŠŹì§ ìì? íëìŽ ë§șìŽì€ 컀í ê°ì!â ë ìŹëì ížë€ê°ì ëšë©° ë°ëížìŒëĄ 걞ìŽê°ë€. âST ê·žëŁčìŽëŒâŠâŠ.â íŽì ììì ë§ìč íì°ì ì§ìŹì 찚넌 íêł ê°ë©Žìë ë§ììŽ ìąìČëŒ ì§ì ëì§ ììë€. ë°ìŻ€ ìŽëа ì°œëŹž ìë ížëí° í멎ì ë¶ëčìŽ ì°œë°±í íì°ì ìŒê”Žì ëčì·ë€. ì ììŽ êČìíŽ ëŽ€ì§ë§ íìì€êłŒ ST ê·žëŁčêłŒì ì°êŽì±ì ì í ì°Ÿì ì ììë€. âBìì ì ëê°ë ë ëȘ ëŹžê° ì§ììŽ ìŽë° ììŒëĄ ìźìŽë€ë ìŽìíŽ.â ìì€ì ëłžê°ì ëì°©íë ê±°ì€ì ë¶ìŽ ìŒì ž ììë€. ëìŁê°ì ê°ì ìëìŽ ëì ìì€ì í ëšžëìž ê°ìì ìŹìŹê° ì§íĄìŽì ëȘžì ìì§í ì± ê·žë 넌 êž°ë€ëŠŹêł ììë€. âì°ëŠŹ íì°ìŽ ìê”Źë! ë€ê° ëł”ìŽ ë§ìì ê·ž í° ìŹêł ì€ìë 돎ìŹíê”Źë. ë돎 ëëŒì íë§í°ë©Ž ìšìŽ ëìŽê° ë»íì§ ëë.â âí ëšžë, ì êŽì°źìì.â íì°ì ìŹëŒê° ìŹêł ì¶ì ë§ììŽ ì»žì§ë§ ììŒë©° ë§íë€. âí ëšžë, ìŹì€ ì ìą íŒêł€íŽì.â âê·žë, ê·žë. ìŒë„ž ìŹëŒê°ì ìŹìŽëŒ. ìì€ìŽíí ì°ëœíŽ ëšìŒëêč êł§ ìŹ ê±°ë€.â íì°ì ëȘžì ììŽë ìê° ìŹí í”ìŠìŽ ëȘ°ë €ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ ìŒê·žëŹìĄë€. ê°ììì ê·žë ê° êŽŽëĄìŽ ìŽì ê° ìì€ ë돞ìŽëŒêł ìê°íë€. íì°ì 뚞늿ìì ìì€ì ìê°ìŽ ì€ìł ì§ëê°ë€. ê·žë ìì ìêČ ì§ì§ ëȘšì”ì ìšêž°êł ììë€. ê·žìêČ ìŹììčê”Źê° ìë€ë ìŹì€ìŽ ìŽë êČ ê°ìŽì ê°ìê° ëìŽ ë°í ì€ì ëȘ°ëë€. âëŽê° ì§êžêčì§ ì°žêł êČŹëìš ë ìŽ íìê°ì ì°ì€ìì§ë€ëâŠâŠ.â âŠâŠ ìì€ì ë€ìë ë°€ ëŠêČë ëìŽ ëłžê°ì ëì°©íë€. âìì§ ì ì€ìŽ? êčšìŽ ììŒë©Žì ë¶ì ì êșŒ ëìŽ?â ê·žê° ìčšì€ì ë¶ì 쌰ë€. íì°ì ê·žë° ê·žë„Œ 볎며 ë§ììŽ ë¶ížíë€. ê·žë ë í룚 ìą ìŒ ìčšëì ëìë§ ììë€. ì§ìŹê° ê°ì žë€ì€ ììë ê±°ì ëščì§ ëȘ»íêł êČ°ê” ê·žêČë€ì ì°šê°êČ ììŽëČ늰 ìíìë€. âëčì ë©°ìč ëì ìŽëì ìììŽì?â ê·žë ë ìì€ì ìŒê”Žì 볎ì§ë ìì ì± ììČíŽì§ ëȘšì”ìŒëĄ ëììì íììŽ ëŹŒìë€. ìŹí·ì ëČì ê·žì ííí ëȘžë§€ê° ëëŹëŹë€. ìì€ì ê·žë ì ëŹŒìì 믞ê°ì ìë© ì°ížëа ì± ìčšë í€ë ìȘœìŒëĄ ëì ëë žë€. êČ°íŒ 3ë ëì ê·žë ê° ìŽë êČ ìì ì íë°©ì ì¶ê¶íë êČì ìČììŽìë€. âTìì ìë ì§ìŹì 돞ì ê° ììŽì ì¶ì„ ë€ë ììŽ.â ìì€ì íììČëŒ ëëŽíêČ ëë”í í, ê·ì°źë€ë ëŻ ê±°ìč êČ ë„íìŽë„Œ ëìŽëŽëŠŹêł ë ìì€ ìȘœìŒëĄ í„íë€. âê·žëì?â íì°ì ìì ìëŠŹê° ìčšì€ ìì ìžë žë€. âëčìì€ ê”Źëí ì€ì„ëê» ìŹì€ëŽ€ëë° TìëĄ ê°ë ëčíêž°í ê”Źë§€ëŽììŽ ìëê”°ì.â ê·žë ì ë§íŹì ììŹìŽ ìë© ëŹ»ìŽëŹë€. âëŹŽìš ë§ì íêł ì¶ì ê±°ìŒ?â ìì€ìŽ ìì€ ì ê”Źì ë©ì¶° ìì ëŹŒìë€. ê”łìŽ ìŒê”Žì ëłŽì§ ììë ê·žê° íê° íë°íêž° ì§ì ìŽëŒë êČìŻ€ì ì ì ììë€. âí, êł§ ë¶ ê°ìŽ í넌 ëŽêČ ë€.â ì 3í íìš ì§ì ë©°ëëŠŹê° ë ìŽì âëčì ìŽë ê·ž ìŹì, ëìČŽ ìžì ë¶í° ë§ë ê±°ìŒ?â íì°ìŽ êČšì° ëȘžì ì¶ì€ëŠŹë©° ìčšëì êž°ë ììë€. ìì€ì ê·žë ê° 3ë ì íŒìžì êł ë„Œ í ëëłŽë€ íšìŹ ë§ëë€ë êČì ììì±ë€. ìŽì°ë ìŒììëì§ ë°ëìŽ ë¶ë©Ž ë ìê°ëČ늎 êČ ê°ìë€. âëčì ëŽ ë·ìĄ°ìŹë„Œ í ê±°ìŒ?â ê·žì ìììŽ ëłíë€. âëŽê° ê·žë êČ íê°í ìŹëìŒëĄ 볎ìŹì? ëŽê° ì ìíë ëłììì ëŽ ë ëìŒëĄ ëčì ë€ ë ìŹëì 뎀ìŽì.â ê·žë ë ëźì ëȘ©ì늏ëĄ, í êžì í êžì ëë°ëë° ëŽ ë±ìë€. ìê°, ìŹì„ìŽ ì°ąêž°ë êČ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ ìì€ì ìŒê”Žìë ëȘ»ë§ë í êž°ììŽ ìë „íë€. ê·žë íì°ìŽ ìŹêł ê° ë êČì ì멎ìë ê±±ì íë ë§ í ë§ë ììë€. ê·žë ë ê·žê° íë ë§ë€ì ë€ìŒë©° íì€ì€ëŹìŽ ëëìŽ ë€ìë€. âë¶ë¶ëĄ ìŽìë 3ë ìŽëŒë ìê°ìŽ ì돎êČë ìë êČ ê°ì.â íì°ì ë©°ëëŠŹê° íë ìŒ ë§ë€ ížì§ìĄë ììŽëšžëì ìì ì ëìŁê°ììČëŒ ìŹêž°ë ìëìŽìêČ ì ì±ì ë€íë€. ì§ììë ìŁŒë¶ëĄ ë íìŹììë íì ì ìž ëčì ìí ì ëë§Ąìë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì í ëšžë ê°ìì ìŹìŹì ë»ì ë°ëŒ ìë€, ëž ì ëłë ìąì ììë©°ëëŠŹê° ëë €êł ë žë „íë€. 3ë ëì ê·žë§íŒ íìŒë©Ž ê°ìì ìŹìŹìêČ ê°ìĄ±ìŒëĄìì ì늏ë ì¶©ë¶í ì§íš êČìŽë€. íì§ë§ ê·ž êČ°êłŒë ìŽë íê°? 3ë ê° íì°ì ìì€ì ëȘžì ìê°ëœ íëë ë ìê° ììë€. í ë°©ì ì°êł ììì§ë§ ìčšëë ë°ëĄ ìŒêž° ë돞ìŽìë€. íì°ì ë°ë €ì€ë í”ìŠì ì°žìŒë©° ì°šê°ìŽ ê·žì ëì ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. ê·žëŹë€ ëŹŽìš ì©êž°ê° ëŹëì§ ìëŠŹë„Œ ëŽìŽ ê°ëłêČ ììë€. âëčì ìŽëšžëë ëŽê° ì ë ëȘ» ëłìŒë©Žì êȰíŒí ììŹë ìë ìŹìëŒêł íìŁ . ê·žë°ë° ì§êž ëčì ìŽ ë°ìì ë€ë„ž ìŹìì ììŽë„Œ ê°ì§ 걞 ëŽê° ìŽë»êČ ë°ìë€ìŹìŒ íìŁ ?â ê°ì í ìčšëì êž°ëêł ìë ê·žë ë ëčì„ìŽëŒë ì°ëŹì§ êČ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ êł ê°ë„Œ êŒżêŒżíêČ ìłë€êł ë ê·žì ì·êčì ìĄìë€. íì§ë§ êł§ë°ëĄ ê””ì ê·žì ìì ìĄíêł ë§ìë€. íìì€ì ì°šê°ìŽ ëëčìŒëĄ ê·žë 넌 ëč€í ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. âíêČœìŽë ëŽ ìžì»šëê° ìëìŒ. 20ë ëêČ ìêł ì§ëž ìŹìŽìŒ.â âìŽëŠŽ ì ë¶í° ìêł ì§ëž ìŹìŽìê”Źë.â íì°ì ìì ì ìĄêł ìë ìì€ì ìì ì ì íìŽ ë€ìŽê°ë êČì ëêŒë€. âíêČœìŽê° 5ë ì ì ì¶ê”í ìŽíëĄ ìëĄ íëČë ì°ëœí ì ììŽ.â ê·žë ë ë€í”ì넌 í ë ìžêČ ë§ì êČ ê°ìë€. âìŽì©ì§ ì돎늏 ì°ŸìëŽë ìŹì넌 ë§ë íì ìŽ 1ë ìëëŒëâŠâŠ.â íì§ë§ ê·ž ìŹìê° ìì í êČìŽ ë€ì ìê°ëŹë€. ê·žë ë ë€ì êł ê°ë„Œ ë€êł ì° ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ëŹŒìë€. âê·žëì ìŽì ë ìŹë, ë€ì ë§ëë ê±°ìì?â íìì€ì ëê° ë§íë €ë€ê° ì ì ë€ëŹŒìë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ë ìŽëìì§ ê·žë ì ëëì넌 ì 멎ìŒëĄ ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. âëŽê° ì ëčì ì ìŽ êłł ììŁŒìžìŒëĄ ë€ìëì§ ëČìš ìì êČ ê°ê”°.â HT ê·žëŁč ëŽìë ììì ìíë íì ë€ìŽ ë§ìêł íêłì ìëŠŹë„Œ ë žëŠŹë ìë€ë ë§ìë€. ìì€ì í ëšžëìž ê°ìì ìŹìŹë ìŒë¶ëŹ Bìì ëŻžíŒ ìŹì± ì€ìì ììë©°ëëŠŹë„Œ êłšëŒ ê·žì êȰíŒìí€êł , ìë€ ëžì ëłì ê·žëŁč ëŽììì ì ì§ë„Œ ëšëší íë €êł íë€. ê°ìì ìŹìŹë ìì ì ìëȘ ì ê”ŹíŽ ì€ íì°ì ììë©°ëëŠŹëĄ ì¶ìČíë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì ì°Ÿìê° ëȘšë ìŒì ê°ìíì§ ìêČ ë€êł ìœìíêł ëčë°êȰíŒì ëìíë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëčìì ìì ìŽ ìŽìíë ì ëê°ë ëžëë ì”ë 돞ì ë«ìë€. ê·ž íëĄ HTê·žëŁčì ë€ìŽê° ìì€ì ìŒì ëë ëčìëĄ ìŒíŽìë€. ê·žëì ê·žê° íì°ìêČ ì ì ëì§ ë§ëŒêł êČœêł íë êČìŽìë€. ê·žë ê° ììŒë©° ë§íë€. âìꞎì, íë넌 ìì ëŁìŒë©Ž ë ê°êł ì¶ì êČ ìŹë ììŹìŽììì?â ê·žë ì ìŒê”Žì 찜백íì§ë§ ëëìë ëčìŽ ëêł ììë€. ìŒê”Žì 믞ìë§ì ììëëŒë©Ž ë§ìč 돎ë€ìì ê±žìŽ ëìš ìČë ê·ì ê°ì 볎ììì§ë ëȘ°ëë€. ìê°, ìì€ì íì°ìŽ ìŽëê° ëłíë€êł ëêŒë€. íì§ë§ ê·ž ë§ì ì ë°ì ëŽì§ë ììë€. ê·žë ê° ìĄí ìì ìŹë©°ì ëčŒëë€. ꜀ í° ìčšì€ì ì°œëŹžìŽ ë«í ììëë° êł”êž°ê° ì ì ë”ë”íŽì§êł ììë€. ìšëë ì ì ëìì ž ìŽëë§ ìšëêłê° 30ë넌 ê°ëŠŹí€êł ììë€. ëìŽ êł”êž°ì ìì€ì ìšìŽ ê°ëč ì€ë êČìŽ ë껎ìĄë€. íì°ì ë€ì ê·žì ì ìž êčì ìì ê°ì žë€ ëë€. ê·žë íŒíì§ ìêł ê°ë§í ììë€. ê·žë ìœê° íê° ë ëŻí ìŒê”ŽìŽìì§ë§ ë돎 ëì ê·žë 넌 ë°ìŽëŒ êž°ë „ìŽ ììŽ ëłŽìë€. âëčì ì§êž ëŹŽìš ì§ì íë ê±°ìŒ?â ì 4í ë ìŽì íìš ì§ì ë©°ëëŠŹê° ìëìì íì°ì ìì€ì ì ìž ëšì¶ë„Œ íëì© íìë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ê·žì ëł”ê·Œì ë°ëŒ ëŽë €ê°ë©° ì ì ë§ì¶ìë€. ì€ë«ëì ê°ì¶°ìš ìì€ì ëí ê°ë§ íìžì§ ê·ë°êčì§ ë¶ìŽìĄë€. ê·žë ë ìë늌ì ë©ì¶ì§ ìì ì± ì° ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ë§íë€. âëŽê° ìŽë»êČ ìŽ ì§ì ìì ììŁŒìžìŽ ëìëì§ ììëêł ì? ìŽë»êČ ìì ì ìêČ ìŽì. ì ì돎ë ëčì ì ììŽë„Œ ëłë ê±°ìì. ì§êž ëë ëŽ ìëŹŽë„Œ ìííêł ìë ê±°êł ì.â âìŽë»êČ ê·žë° ë§ì?!â í넌 ëŽë ìì€ì ííí ëł”ê·ŒìŽ ìžëŁ©ë¶ëŁ© ìì§ìë€. âë°© ìì ì”ìì 넌 ìą ëżë žìŽì. ìĄ°êžë§ ì°žìŒë©Ž êł§ êŽì°źìì§ ê±°ìì. ì ë ì ìëŹŽë„Œ ìíŽ ììŽë„Œ ê°ì§ë €ë êČëżìŽìì.â ê·žë ë ë ëëŽíêł êłŒê°íêČ íëíë€. ì ìë íëČë 볎ìŹì€ ì ìë ììŒí ëȘšì”ìŽìë€. íì°ì ì ê·čì ìž ëë°ì ìì€ì ëȘžìŽ ëłžë„ì ìŒëĄ ë°ìíêž° ììíêł ížíĄë ê±°ìč ìŽìĄë€. ìŽ ëȘšë êČ ì”ìì ë돞ìŽëŒêł ììŒëĄ ëëìŽë©°, ìì€ì í ëì êčšëŹŒìŽ ê°êčì€ëĄ ëì°Ÿì ìŒë§ì ìŽì±ìŒëĄ íì°ì ê±°ìčšìë ìì êœ ììŒ ìĄìë€. âì”íì°, ë ì ë§ ìêČšì.â ìì€ì ë§ì ê·žë ì ëìŽì€ë„Žë ìë§ìŽ ììê°ì íì ê°ëŒìì ëČë žë€. íì°ì ëì ëëŹŒìŽ êł ìë€. ë§ì§ë§ìž ëŻ í ë§ë ëŹŒìë€. âë넌 ìë êČ ê·žë êČ ê”Źìì§ëì?â âê·žë!â ìì€ì ê·žë 넌 ëë°ëĄ ìłë€ëłŽë©Žì ìĄ°êžë ë§ì€ìŽì§ ìêł ëë”íë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ê·žë 넌 ë°ìłëë€. ëë ê·žë ì íë§ëë íêł ì¶ì§ ììë€. ìì€ì íì°ìŽ ëČꞎ ì·ì ì§ìŽ ë€êł ë€ì ì êž° ììíë€. ê·žë ëšì¶ë ì ê·žì§ ìì ì± ì±íŒì±íŒ ê±žìŽ ëê°ëČë žë€. ë°©ëŹžìŽ âìŸ âíêł ë«í멎ì ìŁŒìê° ë€ì ìĄ°ì©íŽìĄë€. íì°ì ê·žê° ëê°ì ꞎì„ìŽ íë € ë°ë„ì ìŁŒì ììë€. ëìë ìë§ìŽ ì°šìŹëë€. ìì€ì ë°©ì ëìë©° ìê°íë€. âìŽ ì ëëĄ íìŒë©Ž ìë ë§ìë ììŽì§êČ ì§âŠâŠ.â âŠâŠ ë€ìë ììčš, íì°ì ìì§ ì±ìč ìì ë€ìč ë€ëŠŹë„Œ ì ëê±°ëŠŹë©° ìŹíê°ë°©ì ëêł ìëìž”ìŒëĄ ëŽë €ê°ë€. ì§ì ìŽëŠŒì ëë ê°ì ë¶ê° ììŹë„Œ ì€ëčíêł ììë€. ê°ìì ìŹìŹë ìëČœêž°ë넌 ëëŠŹëŹ ê°ëëŒ ì§ì ëčìŽ ìíìë€. âìŽëšž, ììžë! ìŁœë€ ìŽìë ì§ ìŒë§ ëì§ë ììëë° ëČìš ì§ ëêł ìŽë ê°ë €ë ê±°ìì? íčì ìŹí ê°ì?â íìì€ì ìčëì íìììŽ ëčì ê±°ëŠŹë©° ë§íë€. ê·žë ë íìŹ Bëíê” 2íë ì ìŹíì€ìŽë€. ììì íì°êłŒ ìŽë êČ ê°ìĄ±ìŒëĄ ë§ëë êČìŽ ìŹì í ì”ìíì§ ìêł ë¶ížíêž°ë§ íë€. âëê°êž° ì ì ë 뚞늏 íë ê±° ìą ëììŁŒêł ê°ì.â íì°ì ììŹìŁŒê° ìąì ížìŽëŒ ììì ëšžëŠŹë„Œ êł§ì ìì§íŽìŁŒìë€. ì€íìŒìŽ ìąìì ìčê”Źë€ëĄë¶í° ë¶ëŹìì ìë€. íì§ë§ ì€ë íì°ì ê·žë ì ë§ì ì í ë꟞ë íì§ ìêł ì§ì ëêł ëŽë €ìë€. ë§ìčš ê·ë¶ìžìČëŒ ìčì„í íìš ì§ìì ììŁŒìž ìŽìì ìŹìŹì ë§ìŁŒìł€ë€. ê·žë ë HTê·žëŁč ííê· íì„ì ëëČì§ž ìëŽìŽì ìì€ì ìčìŽëšžëìë€. ìŽìì ë ìČìë¶í° íì°ì ì·ì°šëŠŒêłŒ ê°ì ë°°êČœìŽ ë§ìì ë€ì§ ìì íšë¶ëĄ ë§íêž° ìŒì€ìë€. âììčš ëë°ëë¶í° ìŹíê°ë°©ì ëêł ë€ëë©° ëíë ì§ìŽìŒ? ëčì„ ëŽë €ëêł ìČìì€ìž ìŽëȘšëìŽë ëìëŒ. êł§ ìëĄ ìŹëìŽ ë€ìŽìì ì§ëŽêČ ë ê±°ëêč.â íì°ì ëêșŒíìŽ ëšë €ìë€. ìì ìŽ ëȘšë„Žêł ìë ìŒìŽ ìŒìŽëêł ììë€. ê·žë, ììì ëŁêł ìë íìììŽ ê¶êžìŠì ì°žì§ ëȘ»íêł ëŹŒìë€. âìëĄ? ëê°ì?â âëê° ìąì ìŁœë íêČœìŽ ë§êł ëê° ë ìêČ ë?â âë€? íêČœìžë ê·ê”íìŽì?â âëìì€êž°ë§ í êČ ìëêł , ë€ ì€ëč ììŽë„Œ ê°ìĄìì. ì°ëŠŹì§ í°ê° ìąìì ì êč ìêž° ì§ìŒëĄ ë€ìŽê°êž° ì ì ìŹêž°ì ëȘžì ì¶ì€ë„Œ ê±°ìŒ.â ê·žë ë ìŽìŒêž°í멎ì íì°ì íëČ íë ìłë€ëłŽìë€. ëŻŒíêČœìŽìŒ ë§ëĄ ìì ìŽ ìê°íŽìš ìŽìì ìž ë©°ë늿ê°ìŽìë€. ì ìŽì ê·ž ìŒìŽ ìëììŒë©Ž ìì€ì íêČœêłŒ êȰíŒíì êČìŽë€. ê·žë ê° íì°ì ëŽë €ë€ëłŽë©Žì 돎ìíë íŹëĄ ë§íë€. âë ìì§ë ê±°êž° ìì ë©íë ëíêł ìë? ìČìíëŹ ê°ì§ ìêł ?â ìì ê°ììŒë©Ž íì°ì í늌ììŽ ììŽëšžëì ëčì넌 ë§ì¶ìì êČìŽë€. íì§ë§ ì€ëì ìì ì 멞ìíë ê·žë ì ë»ëëĄ íêł ì¶ì§ ììë€. íì°ì ë돎ëë êł í”ì€ëŹì ì§ë§ ìčšì°©íêČ ëì í íë넌 ìì§ ìêł ë§íë€. âì€ëë¶í° ì ì ìì€ ìšë ë ìŽì ë¶ë¶ìŹìŽê° ìëìì. ìììŽ ëšžëŠŹ íë ê±°ë ë°© ìČì ê°ì íëë ìŒì ìŽì ë€ë„ž ìŹëìêČ ìí€ìžì.â ì 5í ìŽíŒí©ìì ìŽìì ìŹìŹë íì°ìŽ ì êłŒë ìì í ë€ë„ž íŹëĄ ë§íë êČì ëłŽêł ëì í ëŻżêž°ì§ê° ììë€. ê·žë ë 컀ë€ë ìŹíìŽìŽê° ë°í ë°ì§ë„Œ ë ìê°ëœìŒëĄ íì°ì ê°ëŠŹìŒ°ë€. âê·žêČ ëŹŽìš íëìŒ!? ë°©êž íë ë§ ë€ì íëČ íŽëŽ!â íì§ë§ íì°ì ìĄ°êžë ëë €ìíë êž°ì ììŽ ê·žë 넌 ëë°ëĄ ìłë€ëŽ€ë€. âëŻŒíêČœìŽëŒë ìŹìê° ì§ì ë€ìŽì€ë©Ž ê·ž ìŹìíí ì§ììŒì ìí€ìžì. ì ë ììŒëĄ íì§ ìì ê±°ìì.â íì°ì ì”ëìČëŒ ë¶ì ì ì ëĄ ëë°ëë° ë§íë€. ë§ì íêł ëë ììŽ ììíë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹë ê·žë ì ë§ì ëČ컄 í넌 ëë€. âë!â âìë§, ìë§!â ìììŽ í„ë¶í ìë§ì íì ë¶ìĄêł ëȘ©ìëŠŹë„Œ ëźì¶ìŽ ë§íë€. âììžë íë ê±° ë§ìŁ ? ìŽì Żë°€ì ì€ëč ê°âŠâŠ.â ê·žë ë ë¶ë ì§ì ë¶ì±ì§ìŽëŒë íë €ë ëŻ ìŽì Żë°€ ìŒì êșŒëŽë €êł íë€. ê·ž ëȘšì”ì 볎ë íì°ì í넌 ëì°ë €ë ìëê° ì¶©ë¶í 볎ìë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹë ëžì ìë넌 êžë°© ììì±êł ë€ì ì°šë¶íŽìĄë€. ê·žë ë íčì ì ê±°ë€ëščê±°ëŠŹë íŹëĄ ë§íë€. âëšíž íë ë¶ìĄì§ ëȘ»íë ìŁŒì ì ëł ì”ì§ë„Œ ë€ ë¶ëŠŹë€. ê°í ììŽëšžë íì íŽ?â íì°ì ë늿ë늿 ì§ì ëêł ëì€ë€ê° ì í ì ê”Źìì ë°ê±žìì ë©ì¶ìë€. ìŹì„ë°ëìŽ ëčšëŒì§ë©Žì ëšžëŠŹê° ìȘŒê°ì§ ëŻ ìí ë€. ê·žë ë êł ê°ë„Œ ëë € ìì íŒë¶êł ì¶ì ë§ìì êŸč ë넎며 ì°šê°êČ ë§íë€. âì§ë 3ë ëì ììŽê° ììë êČ ë€ ì ë돞ìŽëŒêł íì šìŁ ? ì ììŹíêž° ì ì ìì€ ìšìêČ ëčëšêž°êłŒ ì§ëŁë„Œ ë°ìŒëŒêł íë ížìŽ ëč 넌 ê±°ìì. ê·žëŹë©Ž ìì ìŽ ìëë ììžìŽ êłŒì° ëê”Ź ìȘœì ìëì§ ì ì ìì ê±°ìì.â âë, ëê° ê°í!â íì°ì ë§ì ìŽ ìŹìŹì ìì ë ë€ êčì§ ëëë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹë 뚞늏 ëêčì§ íê° ìčë°ìë€. âì”íì°! ë ëë ì°ëŠŹ ìì€ìŽíêł êŒ ìŽíŒìí€êł ë§ í ë ëêł ëŽ!â ê·žëì íì°ì ìì€ì í ëšžë ê°ìì ìŹìŹìì ì ì ìê°íŽì íìš ì§ì ìŹëë€êłŒ ë€íŒì íŒíë€. ì ë§íŽì ìêž° ìêČŹì ëŽìžì°ì§ ìêł ìë§íêČ ì§ëŽìë€. ì§êžêčì§ë ì§ì ìŹëë€êłŒ ê°ë±ìŽ ìêžžêč ëŽ ëë €ìíë©° ì§ëì§ë§ ìŽì ë ì êČœ ì°ì§ ìêž°ëĄ íë€. âê·žëŹìëê°ì.â ê·žë ë íë§ë ëŽë±êł ìì€ì ëłžê°ë„Œ ëìë€. ìŽ ìŹìŹê° íê° ëì êžžêžžìŽ ë°ë ë§ë ìêŽììë€. íì°ìŽ ëê°ì ë§ì ìŽ ìŹìŹë ëê° ìŽìíë€ë ìê°ìŽ ë€ìë€. ê·žë ë ëž íììì ë°ëŒëłŽë©° ëŹŒìë€. â2ìž” ìŹëŒê°ì ì°ëŠŹì§ì ë ë ë§í ëŹŒê±ŽìŽ ììŽìĄëì§ ì ìŽíŽëŽ. ë€êł ëê°ë ìș늏ìŽê° ꜀ë ëŹŽê±°ì 볎ìŽëë° íčì ì±êČšê°ëì§ ëȘšë„Žìì!â ì ì í ë¶ëŠŹëìŒ êłëšì ë°ìŽëŽë €ì€ë íììì ìì ìë„ê° íë ë€ë € ììë€. âìë§, ììŽì§ 걎 ììŽì. ëì ìčšë 뚞늏맥ì ëê° íë ììŽì!â ìë„넌 ëčŒìì ìŽíŽëłŽë ìŽ ìŹìŹì ëëčìŽ íë€ë žë€. [ìŽíŒí©ìì] ìŽ ìŹìŹë êł§ì„ ìì€ìêČ ì í넌 ê±žìŽ íì°ì íê°ì ê·žìêČ ë€ ììëë€. íí ë°ë ìŽëšžëì ì ìì ëì€ë ëšìŽë€ ì€ âìŽíŒí©ììâ, âë°êž°ë¶ì â ë±ì ë€ì ìì€ì ììì ê±žìŽ ë ìžíŹë„Œ 걞ìčêł ìŠì íìì€ì ëì°ë€. "ìë§, ìë§! ìŒëš ì§ì ìąì." ê·žê° ëźì ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ìŽëšžë넌 ì§ì ì쌰ë€. [ëŽê° ì§êž ì§ì íêČ ìêČŒìŽ? ëŽ ê·í ìë€ìêČ ìŽ ë°ì ë§ë€ì ìš ëšëë°? ë§ìčš íêČœìŽê° ë€ìŽìŹ ê±°ëêč ìŽ íìŽë°ì ì§ ëê°ì€ 걎 ì°ž êł ë§ì§ë§. ìë, ì§ê° ëëŒêł ê°í 뚌ì ìŽíŒ ìꞰ넌 êșŒëŽ? ëȘœë„ìŽ ì°ì§ëĄ ì«ìëŽë ììì°źì ë âŠâŠ] ìŽëšžëì ìŽìŒêž°ê° êžžìŽì§ êČ ê°ì ìì€ì ìŽëìŽ íì ìŒëĄ í”íìą ëŁ ëČíŒì ëë ë€. ìŹíê» ììą ì ìŽêł ëìč ëč 넎êČ íëíë íì°ìŽ ìŽë° ìŒì ì ì§ë ë€ë ìŹì€ìŽ ëì í 믿ìŽì§ì§ ììë€. íì§ë§ ìŽì Żë°€ íììë ëŹëë ê·žë ê° ìê°ëŹë€. ê·žë íŽëí° ì°ëœìČ ëȘ©ëĄìì íì°ì ëČížë„Œ êČìíë€. ê·žê° ëšŒì ì í넌 ê±°ë êČì 3ë ë§ì ìČììŽìë€. í”íì°êȰììŽ ë€ëŠŹë ìê°, ëčìì€ ê”Źëí ì€ì„ìŽ ì늏ëČ ìŽí°ìì ëŽëŠŹëë ê·žìêČ ë€ê°ìë€. âìŹì„ë, ë°©êž ì ìŽë©ìŒëĄ ìë„ê° íë ëì°©íëë°, ì”íì° ëčìì ìŹì§ìì ëë€.â ê”Źì€ì„ì ë돎 ëëŒ ìšìŽ ë§í ì§êČœìŽìë€. âê·žëì ì”ëčìê° ì§ííë ìŹì ë€ìŽ ì ì§ ìì”ëë€. ê·ž ì€ ì ìŒ ì€ìí íëĄì ížê° ëë°ìŽ ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëíìžë° ì”ëčìê° ìì§ íìììêČ ì 돎 ìžêłë„Œ íì§ ììì”ëë€. ìŽë»êČâŠâŠ íì€ ê±Žì§âŠâŠ.â ìì€ì ëŻëčìŽ ëì± ìŽëììĄë€. ê·žë íŽëí°ìì ìŹìì ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ë€ë €ìë€. [êł ê°ëìŽ ì í넌 ë°ì ì ìì”ëë€. ì ì íì ë€ì ê±žìŽ ìŁŒìêž° ë°ëëë€.] í, ì”íì°. ì§êž ëŽ ì í ìčëë€ ìŽê±°ì§? ì 6í íìì€ì ì°Ÿìê°ë€ êł”í ëĄëčì ì ìë ì”íì°ì ì ì íŽì§ ížëí°ì ìšìŽ ížìŽë êž°ë¶ìŽìë€. ìë§ë ì€ë«ëì íìš ê°ëŹžìêČ ì”ìì ë°ìêž° ëëŹžìŒ êČìŽë€. íì§ë§ ì§êžì ìšëȘžìŽ ê°ëČŒì ë€. ì€ê°ë ìŹíê°ë€ì 볎ë íì°ì ìê°ì ì êČŒë€. âBì넌 ë ëë€êł ìê°íë ìą ì±ìììíë€.â âê·žëë êŽì°źì, ë ìŽì íë ìŒì ìì ê±°ìŒ.â ê·žë ë ëšìí íìì€ì ìŹëìŽ ììë€êł ë§ ìê°íì§ë§, ì§êžì ìŽ ëȘšë êČ ë€ ê·žê° ë€ë„ž ìŹëì ìŹëíêł ìêž° ë돞ìŽëŒë êČì ì ì ììë€. âì°šëŒëŠŹ êčëíêČ ë ëìŁŒë êČ ë ëì.â íì°ì êł§ì„ êł”í ìčŽìŽí°ëĄ ê°ì ìČŽíŹìžì íêł , ìŽëŻž Dê”í í°ìŒì ìë§€í ìíìë€. ìČì ê·žë ë ê°ìĄ±ì ë ë ì ë¶ì ìšêž°êł Bìì ëšžëŹŒë ë€. ìŽëČì Dê”ìì ìŽëа ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëí íëĄì ížë§ ìëìë€ë©Ž í ìëČì§ë ê·žë ì ìì€ì ë§ëêł ì¶ìŽíì šì êČìŽêł , ìŽ íëĄì ížë„Œ HTê·žëŁčì ìčìžíì§ ììì êČìŽë€. ê·žëŹë ìì€ì ê°ìŹíŽíêž°ë컀ë ê·žë íŒì 볎ëë€. ìŽì íì° ì°šëĄìë€. âìë íìëêč, ìë. ìŽ í°ìŒì íìŹ ì êČš ììŽ ëčë¶ê° ìČ늏í ì ìì”ëë€.â ëčìŠëì€ ìčŽìŽí° ì§ìì ì ì€íêČ ê±°ì íë€. âì êČšìë€êł ì?â 믿ì ì ìë íì°ì ìšëȘžìŽ ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. âê·žëŽ ëŠŹê° ìëë°âŠâŠ, ë€ì íëČ íìžíŽ ìŁŒìêČ ìŽì?â âíìŹ êłìąëĄ ìë§€íì šëì? ë°©êž íë¶í êČìŒëĄ íìžëëë°, ì ë¶ìŠ ìą ëłŽìŹìŁŒìêČ ì”ëêč?â ââŠâŠ.â íì°ì 돞ë í ê°ì§ ìŹì€ìŽ ë ìŹëë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì ëčììêž°ì íìŹìì ë§ë€ìŽì€ ëë¶ë¶ì êłìąë HTê·žëŁčìŽ êŽëŠŹíë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ì ë¶ìŠìâŠâŠ. ìŒë§ì íìŹ ìžìŹë¶ìì ìŽë€ êČì ë±ëĄíŽìŒ íë€ë©° ë€êł ê° ìíìë€. íì°ì ë돎 ꞎì„íŽ ììŽ ëë ëšë žë€. ê·žë ë ììČë°ì ëšì§ ìì ìŽ ëì넌 í룚 ëčšëŠŹ ë ëêł ì¶ìŽ ìČŽêłì ìŽì§ ëȘ»í ë¶ë¶ìŽ ë§ìë€. âìŁìĄíŽì, ì ê° ì ííŽì ëŹŒìŽëłŒêČì.â ê·žë ë ê°ì„ìëŠŹëĄ ê±žìŽê° íŽëí°ì êșŒëŽ HTê·žëŁč ìžìŹíì ì í넌 걞ìì§ë§ ì íë ê±žëŠŹì§ ììêł , ìŹì©í ì ìë ëČížëŒë ë©ìì§ë§ ëŽë€. íì°ì 뚞늏ììŽ ìíììĄë€. âìŽë»êČ ëŽ íŽëí° ëČížë HTê·žëŁčìì ìŒêŽì ìŒëĄ êŽëŠŹíë€ë 걞 ìêł ìììêč!â âHTê·žëŁč, HTê·žëŁč!â HTê·žëŁčì êłìíŽì ê·žë ì 걞늌ëìŽìë€. êł”íì ëč ì žëìš íì°ì í©êží íì넌 ìĄêł HTê·žëŁč ëčë©ìŒëĄ í„íë€. ì°šì°œ ë°ìŒëĄ ëčê° íëë°©ìž ëšìŽì§êž° ììíêł , êł§ ì°ë ìì ê±ŽëŹŒë€ìŽ ëì ë€ìŽìë€. ê·žë ë ìŽì êž°ìŹìêČ ëì ê±Žëš ë€ ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëêł HTê·žëŁč ëłžêŽìŒëĄ ë€ìŽê°ë€. ë€íí ê·žë ì íŽìŹ ììì ìì§ íŒì§ì§ ììêł , íì°ì ëčì ì ìŽ íížëŹì§ ëšžëŠŹë„Œ ì 늏í í ì늏ëČ ìŽí°ë„Œ íë€. ê·žë ë ìžìŹíìŽ ìë 12ìž”ì ëë žë€. âììŽêł , ì” ëčìë, ì€ë ëč ìšë€êł íëë° ëȘšë„Žì šë ëŽì.â ìžìŹí ì°šì„ì ìŹì±ì€ëŹìŽ ìì§ì ìŠêČš íë êž°ìì€ëŒëčìŽì, ìë¶ì ë„í ì ìŽìšìŽìë€. ìì€ìŽ íì°ìêČ ìíŽìŁŒì§ ìë êČì ëłž ê·žë íì íì°ì ë§ëíë ë°ì ì”ìíë€. âëŽ ì ë¶ìŠì ìŽëììŽì?â íì°ì ê·žì ëíí ìê°ìŽ ììêž°ì ë°ëĄ ìì ë¶í° ë§íë€. âì ë¶ìŠìŽì? ê·žëŒ ìëȘ» ì°Ÿìì€ì šë€ì. 2ë¶ ì ì ëí ëčìì€ ê”Ź ì€ì„ëìŽ ê°ì žê°ì šëë° ì ê° ìŽë»êČ ìêČ ìŽì.â ââŠâŠ!â íì°ì ìŽ êČ°êłŒë„Œ ììíìŽìŒ íë€. ìì€ì ëčìŠëì€ë„Œ í ë ìêČ©íêł ì ìíêČ ìì§ìŽêł íëČ í ë§ì ë°êŸžì§ ìë Bììì ìììŁŒë ëííìŽìë€. ìŽë»êČ íì°ìŽ ìœêČ ê·žìêČ ëì í ì ìêČ ëê°! íì°ìŽ ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëêł ëììì ìì€ìêČ ê°ë €êł íëë° ì ìŽìšìŽ ê·žë 넌 ìĄìë€. ê·žì íëê° ëë°ì ìžì§, ì ìê° ìëì§ë ë¶ë¶ëȘ íë€. âíŽêł ë ìë ììŽì, ì ìê°íŽì. ì§êž ììž”ììë ꜀ ì€ìí íìê° ìŽëŠŹêł ìêł , í ëíëê»ë ìŽëŻž ìœíŒë ê° ìë€êł ë€ììŽì.â ì 7í ëŻŒíêČœì ë¶í íìì€ì ìœíŒì? ì”íì°êłŒ íìì€ì ëčë° êȰíŒì íêž°ì íìŹ ìŹëë€ì ê·žë ê° ìì€ì ëčìëŒë êČë§ ìêł ììë€. âê·žëŒ ëŻŒíêČœì ê°ëŠŹí€ë 걎ê°?â íì°ì ìŽíŒíììì ìíŹë ë§ë„Žêž° ì ì íêČœì HTê·žëŁčì íë €íêČ ë±ì„íë€. ëì€ì ê·žë ë íë íì°ìŽ ì€ë ìčšëìì ì ì ìêł ìì€êłŒ ì ìëŠŹë„Œ ê°ì§êž°ë í êČìŽë€. ìŽ ìê°ì íì°ì ììŽ ëšëŠŹêž° ììíì§ë§ êČìŒëĄë ëŽëŽíêČ ëë”íë€. âêł ë§ìì.â ê·žëŠŹêł ê·žë ë êł§ë°ëĄ ìžìŹí ìŹëŹŽì€ì ëê°ë€. ì ìŽìšì ì ì ìë íì ìŒëĄ íì°ì ë·ëȘšì”ì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. âììŽêł , ì” ëčìëìŽ ëíëì ìąìíë 걎 ë°ëłŽê° ìë ìŽì ëȘšëê° ë€ ì ì ìëë°, íŽêł ëì§ ìë êČ ë ìŽìíì§.â ê·žë 컎íší°ë„Œ 볎며 ë§íë€. âì, ë ìŹë°ë ìŒìŽ ìêž°êČ ë€.â ëíì€ìŽ ìë ìž”ì ëì°©í íì°ì ì늏ëČ ìŽí°ìì ëŽëŠŹìë§ì ê”Źëí넌 ë§ëŹë€. âì” ëčìë, ì€ì šë€ì.â ê·žë ì ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëłž ëíë í늌ììŽ íì°ìŽ ì ë¶ìŠì ì°Ÿêž° ìíŽ ìë€ë êČì ìêł ì ë¶ìŠìŽ ìë íìì€ì ê°ëŠŹìŒ°ë€. âëčìë ì ë¶ìŠì ëíëê» ëë žìŽì. ìì§ íì ì€ìŽì ë°, ìì§ ìž ëČì§ž íììì. êžíì멎 ì ê° ë§ìë늎êčì?â âìëš, ê·žëŽ íì ììŽì.â íì°ì 돎ë€ë€íêČ ë§íë€. âìŹêž°ì êž°ë€ëŠŽêČì.â âë€, ìêČ ì”ëë€. ì»€íŒ í ì ê°ë€ ë늎êčì?â ëíë ìì€ìŽ ê·žë 넌 íŽêł í ìê°ìŽ ìë€ë êČì ìêł ììë€. íì°ì ë§ì ìŒì ëŽëčíêł ììêł , ì€ìí íëĄì ížê° ë§ì ê·žë 넌 íŽêł í멎 ëčì„ ì ëčí ì§ìì ì°Ÿêž°ê° íë€ìêž° ë돞ìŽë€. íì°ì ëíë ê·žì íëë ì ëłŽë€ íšìŹ ë¶ëëŹììĄë€. âKê”ì ížëë늜 컀íŒìì, ë°°ìŽì§ ìŒë§ ì ëì§ë§ì.â âì ì ë§ êŽì°źìì.â ìì€êłŒ êčëíêČ í€ìŽì§êł ì¶ìë íì°ì ìŁŒì ìŹëë€ìêČ êłì ëŽìŽìŁŒì§ ììë€. ìŽ ë§ì ë€ì ëíë ì돎 ë§ë íì§ ìêł ìŽëìŽ ìŒê”ŽëĄ íìì€ì ë€ìŽê° ìì€ìêČ ìë„넌 걎ëžë€. íì°ì ëíì€ ìì ì§ëê°ë€ íìì€ ìȘœì íë ìłë€ëŽ€ë€. 돞íìŹìŽëĄ ëłŽìž íìì€ ëŽë¶ìë ìŹëŹ ìŹëìŽ í ìŽëžì ì€ìŹìŒëĄ ìì ììë€. ê·žë ë ìì€ì ë·ëȘšì”êłŒ ì ì„ë ëČí°ì§ ëȘ»í ì ëëĄ ëì ê·žì ìŽêčšë„Œ 뎀ë€. ê·žë ììȘœì ìë ìŹëë€ì ëłŽêł ë„Œ ëŁêł ììêł , ìĄ°êžì© 볎ìŽë ìì€ì ìŒê”Žì ì°šê°ì ìŒë©° í ëČì© ì ì ìŽ ìì§ìë€. ìì€ì íìì ì§ì€íêł ììë€. ìì ì ë늰 íì°ì ìì ì ìì ë€ëа ìș늏ìŽì ëčì í ë» ì ì ì·ì ëŽë €ë€ëłŽìë€. ë§ì ê°ììë íìì€ì ë€ìŽê°êł ì¶ìì§ë§, 귞걎 ëëŠŹê° ìëëŒêł ìê°íë€. ê·žë ë ë€ì ëíì€ì ë°ëŒëłŽìë€. ë¶íŹëȘ í ì 늏ìì§ë§ ìŽë ŽíìŽ íčì í ììì ìì ìë ìŹì±ì ì€ëŁšìŁìŽ ëłŽìë€. ê·ž ìŹìë ëłììì ì°ì°í ë§ìŁŒìł€ë íêČœìŽ ë¶ëȘ íë€. ì§êž ë€ìŽê°ë 걎 ìì ì ë¶ëëŹìì ëí ëżìŽìë€. ìŽë° ìê°ì íì°ì ì§ì ì ì 볎êŽí í íì„ì€ëĄ ê° ì°ŹëŹŒëĄ ìžì넌 íë©° ìì€ìêČ ìŽë»êČ ëë €ëŹëŒêł í ì§ ìê°íë©° ë§ìì ì§ì ì쌰ë€. âì” ëčìë, ì ìŽë êČ ëŠêČ ì€ì šìŽì!â ìì ì»ìŒëŹ ìš ìžíŽ ëčìê° ë€ê°ì ìžìŹë„Œ 걎ëžë€. âê·žë êČ ëë€.â íì°ì ëłë€ë„ž ì€ëȘ ì íì§ ììë€. ìžíŽ ëčìê° ë ë í íŽì§ëĄ ìŒê”Žì ëŠìŒë©° ìì ì ìŒê”Žì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. âì§ë ëČì Dê”ìì í°ì€ëč ê° ìŽìŽ ëč ìĄë€êł íêžžë ë€ìŽìŽíž íë€êł íìëë°âŠâŠ.â âë€ì ìê°íŽëłŽë ìŽ êČ°íŒ ë돞ì ì€ížë ì€ ë°ì ê±°ììŽ.â âê·žë, êČ°êłŒì ìŒëĄ ìí ì íìŽìŒ.â ê·žë ê°ìêž° íì„ì€ ëŹžìŽ ìŽëŠŹëë ì°ìí ìíì ìŹì±ìŽ ë€ìŽìë€. ê·žë ì ìŒê”Žì íìêł íŹëȘ íìŒë©° ìŽì§ ë¶ëŁ©í 배넌 ì ìžíêł ë ìšëȘžìì êł ê·íšêłŒ ì°ìíšìŽ ëŹŒìŹ íêČŒë€. íêČœì ëłž íì°ì ì ì§ ëȘšë„ŽêČ ìŽë±ê°ìŽ ìêČŒë€. ê·žë ë ìŹëčšëŠŹ ëšì ëŹŒêž°ë„Œ ëŠêł , ì·ë§€ëŹŽì넌 ì 늏í í ëììì ëê°ë € íë€. âì ìë§ì.â ê·žëŹë ììì íêČœì ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ë€ë žë€. âë°©êž ìŹëë€ìŽ ì” ëčìëìŽëŒêł ë¶ë„Žëë°, ìì€ ìš ëčì ë§ìŁ ?â ê°êčìì§ë ë°ì늏ì íì°ì ëȘžì ê·žëëĄ ê”łìŽìĄë€. íêČœì ê·žë ìêČ ë€ê°ê° ë¶ëëœêČ ëŻžì넌 ì§ìë€. âìì€ ìš íìê° êł§ ëë êČ ê°ìë° ì»€íŒ í ìë§ ëíì€ëĄ ê°ì žë€ ìŁŒìêČ ìŽì? ííž ìšê° ëŹŽìš ì»€íŒë„Œ ìąìíëì§ ì ììììì, ê·žë ìŁ ?â ì 8í ì ìêČ ììŁŒ ì€ìí ëŹŒê±Žì ëíëê»ì ê°ì§êł êłìëë€ ì”íì°ì ìŽëŻž ìŹì§ì넌 ëìŒë ëŻŒíêČœì ë§ì ë€ì ìëŹŽê° ììŽ ê±°ì íë€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëŻŒíêČœì ë¶íì ê±°ì ëȘ ë čì ê°êčì êž°ì ê·žë ì ìŹêž°ë„Œ ë¶ížíêČ ë§ë€ìë€. íì§ë§ íì°ì ì ë¶ìŠìŽ ìì§ íìì€ìêČ ììŒë ë§ì§ë§ìŒëĄ ìĄë€í ìŒì ë§Ąêž°ëĄ íë€. ëë¶ìŽ ì»€íŒë„Œ ê°ì žë€ìŁŒë©Žì ìì°ì€ë ê·žìêČ ë§ì 걞 ìë ììë€. íì°ì ìŹížíĄì í ë€ ëìíë€. âìêČ ì”ëë€.â âê·žëŒ ë¶íí êČì.â ê·žë êČ ë§í í íêČœì íì„ì€ì ëê°ë€. ìì í ëȘšì±ì ê° ê·žë 넌 ê°ìžë ìê°ìŽ ì ì ììì§ë§, ìŹì í íêČœìêČì íêČš ëì€ë ìì ê°êłŒ íë €íšì íì°êłŒ ëìĄ°ì ìŽìë€. êłŒê±° íì°ì ë¶ì í ì§ìì ê·žë ìë íêČœëłŽë€ ëí멎 ëíì§ ëíì§ë ììë€. íì§ë§ ëȘ ë ìŽ í넞 ì§êž, íì°ì ìŽëŒí ì ìžìë€. ììČë êČ©ì°šì ê·žë ë ì ì늏ì ì°ë ì ììë€. êčì íìšì ëŽìŹë©° ê°ì ì ì¶ì€ëа í ì ëíŒìŒëĄ ê°ìì êł íì„ì€ìì ëìš íì°ì íëčì€ëĄ ê°ì 컀íŒë„Œ ë§ë€ìë€. ìì€ì íì€í 3 í°ì€íŒêłŒ ì°ì 넌 ëŁì ìë©ëŠŹìčŽë žë„Œ ìąìíë€. íìê° ëë ìŹëë€ì íë ëì© íìì€ì ëč ì žëìì§ë§ ê·žë ë ìì€ì ë°êČŹíì§ ëȘ»íë€. âëČìš ëíì€ëĄ ë€ìŽê° 걎ê°?â íì°ì 컀íŒë„Œ ë€êł ëíì€ ëŹžì ëëë žë€. âë€ìŽì€ìžì.â ììì ë€ë €ìš êČì ìì€ì ì°šê°ìŽ ëȘ©ìëŠŹê° ìë ìšííêł ë¶ëëŹìŽ íêČœì ëȘ©ì늏ìë€. íì°ì ììŽ ëšë € íë§í°ë©Ž 컀íŒë„Œ ìì ë»íë€. ꞎ êł ëŻŒ ëì ê·žë ë ë§ìčšëŽ ì©êž°ë„Œ ëŽìŽ ëíì€ ëŹžì ìŽìë€. 돞ì ìŽìë§ì ê·žë ë ìì€ì 돎ëŠì ìì ê·žì ëȘ©ì 껎ìêł ìë íêČœì ë°êČŹíë€. ìŽëì ë ììì íì§ë§ ê·ž ì„멎ì ë ëìŒëĄ 볎ë íì°ì ì§ì í ì ììêł ìŹì„ì êł í”ìŒëĄ ë°êł ììë€. ëíì€ëĄ ë€ìŽìš íì°ì ëłž íêČœì ìĄ°êž ëčí©í ëŻíë€. âìŹêž°ì ëêł ëê°ì멎 ëŒì.â íêČœì ë¶ëëŹìŽ ëȘ©ì늏ì ê·žë ë ë€ì 뚞늿ììŽ ëł”ìĄíŽìĄë€. íì°ì ìČìČí êł ê°ë„Œ ë€ìêł êœ€ ê°êčìŽ ê±°ëŠŹìì ìì ì ë°ëŒëłŽêł ìë ìì€ì ëêłŒ ë§ìŁŒìł€ë€. ê·žì ëìì ëżìŽì ž ëì€ë ëêž°ê° ëšìšì ìì ì ìŒìŒëČ늎 êČ ê°ìë€. ê·ž ìê° íì°ì ì§ê°ì ìŒëĄ ìì€ìŽ ìŒë¶ëŹ ê·žë° ëȘšì”ì 볎ìë€ë êČì ììë€. âëŽê° ì ìë ì§ ì멎ì ëíí ê”łìŽ ìŽë° ëȘšì”ì 볎ìŽë ìŽì ê° ëìŒ!â âì” ëčìë?â ì°ìż 컀ë ì ìë íì°ì ëłž íêČœìŽ ì ì ìŽìë€. âë€.â íì°ì êł ê°ë„Œ ìŽì§ ëëìŽêł 컀íŒë„Œ í ìŽëž ìì ìŹë € ëì í ëë§ìčëŻ ëìê°ì§ë§ ëš ë 걞ì ë§ì 걞ìì ë©ì·ë€. ë€ìì ë€ë €ì€ë íŹëŻží ì늏ì ê·žë ì 뚞늏ìì ë€ììŒ ìë ë ìŹëì ëȘšì”ëżìŽìë€. íì°ì ë€ëŠŹì íìŽ íë € ìŁŒì ìì êČ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ íìŹì ìŒëĄ ëČí Œë€. ê·žëŹë íêČœì ìì êłŒ ìì€, ëë§ì ìê°ì ë°©íŽíë ê·žë ì ìĄŽìŹê° ê±°ìŹë žë€. âì” ëčìë, ë ë€ë„ž ì©ê±Ž ììŒìžì?â âê·žâŠâŠ.â íì°ì ëëŽ ì©êž°ë„Œ ëŽìŽ ë€ì íëČ ë€ë„Œ ëì ë§íë€. âì ìêČ ììŁŒ ì€ìí ëŹŒê±Žì ëíëê»ì ê°ì§êł êłìëë€. ëíë, ëë €ìŁŒìžì.â 200ì êł±ëŻží°ì ëŹíë ëíì€ì ë¶ìêž°ë ììê°ì ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. ì± ì ììë ìë„ê° ì°ë믞ìČëŒ ììŹ ìêł , í° ì ìž ë„Œ ì êł ê°ìŁœ ììì ìì ìë ìì€ì ìëŠ ëŒìčë íì ì ì§êł ììë€. âì? ëŹŒê±ŽìŽì?â ìŽ ë§ì ë€ì íêČœì ížêž°ìŹìŽ ë°ëíëì§ ìì€ì ë êœ ê»ŽììŒë©° ëŹŒìë€. âìì€ ìš, ì ëčì ëŹŒê±Žì ìšêž°ë ê±°ìŒ?â âì, ëłê±° ìëìŒ.â ìì€ì íêČœì ìì íì ìĄìëčêČŒêł , íì°ì ë ììì ë ìŹëì ëȘžì ë ë°ì°©ì쌰ë€. íì°ì ì ì ì ì§ë êčšëŹŒêł ì돎 ë§ë íì§ ììì§ë§ íŒëëŹŒìŽ ëë êž°ë¶ìŽìë€. ëš ëłŽë€ ëȘ»í ìì€ì ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëłŽë©° ë§íë€. âëê°ëŽ.â ê·ž ë§ì ê°ë Źíêł ë ê°íčíë€. ê·žë° ìì€ì ëȘšì”ì ê·žë ìêČ ì ë¶ìŠì ìœêČ ëë €ì€ ìê°ìŽ ììŽ ëłŽìë€. âì ì ë¶ìŠìŽìì.â íêČœìŽ ìë íì í ê·žë ë ëšëì§ì ì ìŒëĄ ë§íŽ ìŽ ìŒì íŽêȰíêł êčëíêČ ë ëêł ì¶ìì ëż ì ìë ìŹêž°ì ëšžëŹŒêł ì¶ì§ ììë€. âì ìŽëŻž HTê·žëŁčìì íŽì§íëë° ëíëê»ì ì ì ì ë¶ìŠì ê°ì ž ê°ì šëì§ ëȘšë„ŽêČ ìŽì? ëíëìŽ ì ìêČ ë€ë„ž ê°ì ìŽëŒë ê°ì§êł êłì 걎 ìëì§ ììŹì€ëœì”ëë€. HTê·žëŁčìë ìŒ ìíë ìŹëìŽ ì°šêł ëìčììì. ì ê°ì ëčììêČ ê·žë° ëčìŽí ë°©ëČì ìŹì©íì§ ììŒì šìŒë©Ž ìąêČ ì”ëë€.â ì 9í ëȘšëê° ë€ ëłŽë ììì ì ëíŒì ëČë€ ëíì€ì ìŽìŒìì„êłŒ ê°ìë€. ë íìì€ì ìĄ°ìŹì€ëœêČ ëíë ì”íì°ìŽ ê°ìì ìŽêł ì°šê°ìŽ íë넌 ëłŽìž êČì ìŽëČìŽ ìČììŽìë€. ê·žë ì ë§ì ìì€ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ êžìž ìŽëììĄë€. âì ë§ìŽìŒ, ìì€ ìš?â íêČœìŽ ë€ê°ìš ìê°, ìì€ì ê·žë ê° ëìčì±ì§ ëȘ»íêČ ëŻžê°ì ì°ížë žë€. âì ë§ìŽêČ ìŽ?â ê·žë ìëí íì ìŒëĄ ë§íë€. âì ìŹì ë§ëëĄ HTê·žëŁčì ìŒ ì íë ìŹëì ì°šêł ëìł€ìŽ. ì ë° ìŒê° ëčìì ì ë¶ìŠì ìíì§ë, íìíì§ë ìì.â âíŽìŹíêž° ì ì ìžììžêłë ëë°ëĄ íŽìŒì§. ì ìŹí ë ì§êží ì ëíŒì ì êł ìžììžêłë ììŽ ë ëë 걎 HTê·žëŁč ê·ìčì ìŽêžëëêč.â ê·žì ìŒ íì°ì ìì ì ì ë¶ìŠì ìŽì©íŽ HTê·žëŁčìŒëĄ ë¶ëŹë€ìž ìì€ì ìë넌 ììì°šë žë€. ìŽêłłì ëšê±°ë ì돎êČë ììŽ ë ëê±°ë. ìì€ì ìŽë° ë°©ëČì ìŹì©íŽ ê·žë 넌 íëł”íëëĄ íë €êł íìŒë©° íì°ìŽ íëł”í êČìŽëŒ íì íë€. ê·ž ìê°, íì°ìêČ ëšì ìë ë§ì§ë§ ììĄŽìŹêčì§ ëȘšìĄ°ëŠŹ ì§ë°íë€. âì, ê·žë° ê±°ìŒ? ê·žë° ê±°ë©Ž ì” ëčìê° ìëȘ»íë€.â âìê° ì” ëčìë ìì€ ìš ìŹìŽì ëê° ìë ì€ ìììì.â íêČœìŽ ìì€ì íì ë íêł ëë êČì ëłž íì°ì 믞ìčëŻìŽ ëšëŠŹë ë§ìì ì”ëë„Žêł êČìì ì ëíŒ ììŒì ëČêł ì ìž ë„Œ íëì© íìë€. âëČìêČì.â ê°êȰíêł íì€í ë€ êžì. âìì€ ìš ë§ìŽ ë§ì. ëëŒ ê±°ë©Ž íì€íêČ ëëŽìŒì§.â ê·žë ì ê°ìì€ëŹìŽ íëì ëíì€ì ìœìê°ì êł ìíŽìĄë€. íêČœì 믿ì ì ìë€ë íì ìŒëĄ ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. ìŽëŻž êł ê°ë„Œ ììž ìì€ì ìì ìŒëĄ ìŒëŁ©ì§ ìëí ëëčìŽ ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. ê·žë ì”ê·Œ íì°ìŽ ìŽì êłŒ íì°í ë€ë„Žë€ë êČì ë¶ëȘ íêČ ëêŒë€. ìŽ ëëì ê·žë ê° ìì ì ìĄ±ììì ìì í ëČìŽë êČìČëŒ ë§ëĄë ì€ëȘ íêž° ìŽë €ìŽ ê°ì ìŽìë€. ìì€ì ìì í í”ì ë „ì ììë€. ìë멎 3ë ìŽëŒë êČ°íŒ ìíëì ê·žë 넌 ì ë§ëĄ ìŽíŽíì§ ëȘ»í 걎 ìëêč? ëíì€ì ìëŹžìŽ ëč 넎êČ íŒì§ì ë§ì ì§ìë€ìŽ ëŹž ììì êž°ìê±°ë žë€. ì돎ë íì ìšííêł ìčì íë íì°ìêČ ê·žë° ê±°ìč ë©ŽìŽ ìì ê±°ëŒ ìê°íì§ ëȘ»íë€. ì ìž ë„Œ ëČì íì°ì íì ëìë§ ì êł ììêł , ê·žë ì ìëŠë€ìŽ ëȘžë§€ê° ëëŹëŹë€. ê·žë ì ëȘžë§€ê° ëëŹëì ë°ì ìë ëëŁë€ì ì ì ë€ëŹŒì§ ëȘ»íë€. âì ë§ ëČì ì€ì ëȘ°ëìŽì, ê·Œë° ì” ëčìë ëȘžë§€ ì§ì§ ììë€ìâŠâŠ.â âìë, ì°ëŠŹ ì ëíŒìŽ ìŽë êČ ííŒì§íë° ëê° ì” ëčìë ëȘžë§€ê° ì ë êČ ìąìì§ ììêČ ìŽì?â ê”Źëíì ëŒ ë늏ë ë§ëĄ ê·žë€ì ìë€ê° ë©ì·ë€. âììŁŒ íê°íì§? ìŒ ì íŽ? ì ë¶ ìêžìì êčìŒ ì€ ìì!â ëȘšìŹ ìë ì§ìë€ì ìëĄì ëìč넌 ëłŽë€ ìŠì ê°ìì ìëŠŹëĄ ëìê°ë€. ê·žì ìŒ ëíë ìŽì§ ìŽëа ì°œëŹž íìŒëĄ ìì ë€ìŹë€ëłŽìêł ìŽíŽê° ì ëë ë¶ë¶ìŽ ë§ìììì ì¶©ëíë€. âëíëìŽ ìŽëŻž íŽìŹí ìŒê° ëčì ë돞ì ìŒì ìŽë êČ ìŽë ”êČ ë§ëë 걎 ìČì ëŽ, ëëìČŽ ëŹŽìš ìŒìŽ ììë ê±°ìŒ?â ëíì€ ììì ëì íëë§ ì êł ìë íì°ì ê°ìì€ëŹìŽ ì°Ź êł”êž°ì ìì°íë€. ê·žë ë ì¶ì넌 êČŹë í ê°ì í êł ê°ë„Œ ë€ìë€. âëíë, ìŽì ì ì ë¶ìŠ ìą ìŁŒì€ëì?â íì°ì ê·žê° ë ë€ë„ž ìŽì 넌 ëë©° ê±°ì í êč ëŽ ê±±ì íë©° ë§íë€. âë§ìíì ìžììžêłë ì ê° ìëŠŹë„Œ ìĄì í ê”Ź ì€ì„ëê» ìŽë©ìŒëĄ 볎ëŽêČ ì”ëë€. ëíë ë§ìì ë€ì§ ììŒë©Ž ì§ë ëŹ ìêžì ì ìŁŒì ë ë©ëë€.â ìŽë ìì€êłŒì êŽêłë„Œ ìì í ëêČ ë€ë ë»ìŽìë€. ìì€ì êČì ëëìë ìëíŽìĄêł , íêł í íì°ì ëȘšì”ì ì ì ìë ê°ì ìŽ ê°ìŽ êčì êłłììë¶í° íëȘ°ììčêł ììë€. ì 10í ì€ëč ì ë§ì€ âìì€ ìš?â ëŻŒíêČœì í êł”ê°ì ê°ìŽ ìë ìŽ ë ìŹëìŽ ìŽë€ êŽêłìžì§ ëȘšë„ž ì± ê·žì ì”íì°ìŽ ëì ê±°ìŹëŠŹêž°ë§ íë€. âìì€ ìš, ìŒë„ž ìŁŒêł ëłŽëŽ! ì€ë ì°ëŠŹ ë¶ëȘšëìŽ ëŽê° ëčì ë°ëŠŹêł ì€ë ì€ ìêł êž°ë€ëŠŹêł ììŽ, ì€ë«ëì ëȘ» ë§ëŹìì, ì°ëŠŹ ë¶ëȘšëìŽ ìì€ ìš ëłŽêł ì¶ë.â ë¶ëëŹìŽ ê·žë ì ëȘ©ì늏ì íìì€ì ì ì ì ì°šë žë€. íìš ê°ëŹžì ëŻŒìš ê°ëŹžì ê°ì± ì ëëŒêł ììŽ ê·žë ëŻŒìš ì íì 방돞íìŽìŒ íë€. íì§ë§ ìŽ ë§ìë íì°ì ìŒê”Žì ìì€ì ëí ëȘšë êČë€ìŽ ë ìŽì ê·žë ì ì돎 ìêŽìŽ ìë êČìČëŒ íìšíë€. ìì€ì ë”ë”íêł ëł”ìĄíë€. âì êž° ììŽ.â íì°ì ê·žê° í±ìŒëĄ ê°ëŠŹíš ìȘœì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. ê·žêłłì ì ë¶ìŠìŽ ì ìêž° ë°ì ì돎ë êČë ëëžëŹì§ ì± ë§ìč ê·žë ìČëŒ ëČ늌ë°ì êČìČëŒ ëłŽìë€. âë€.â íì°ì ììží ë§ìì ì”ëë„Žêł ì ë¶ìŠì ìŁŒìë€ì ë€ ë€ë ëìëłŽì§ ìêł ëììì ëíì€ì ë ëŹë€. ê·ž ë€ìë ë ìčŽëĄêł ì°šê°ìŽ ìì ìŽ ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒë€ëë êČ ê°ìë€. ëíì€ ëŹžì ìŽêł ëê°ë ìê° ìŹëŹŽì€ ì§ìë€ì ìì ìŽ ìŒì í ì ë žë€. ê·žì í„믞ëĄêČ ëłŽë ìŹëë ìêł ëì íë ìŹëë ììì§ë§ ê·žë€ì ìì ìë ê°ìê±°ëŠŹëŒë ë°°êČœìŽ êčë € ììë€. ëê”°ë€ë íìŹìì íì°ìŽ ìì€ì êŒŹì ì ê·žìêČ ì«êČšëŹë€ë ì돞ë ëìë€. ê·žë ë ëČì ìŒëĄ ìì€ì ë¶ìžìŽìì§ë§, ëŽì°ë ëĄ ìčë¶ëë€. íì°ì ëììžìŽ ë¶ìŽìĄë€. ëëŹŒì ì°žêž° ìíŽ ì ì°ë©° 1ìž” ëĄëčì ëì°©íì ë ë€ìì ë€ê°ì€ë ë°ìê” ìëŠŹê° ë€ë žë€. âì” ëčìë, ë°ì ëč ìì. ì¶ì°ì멎 ì êČì· ë늎êČì.â ì°ì°ì ê°ì žë€ì€ ìŹëì ë€ëŠìë ê”Źëíìë€. âë§€ì í HTê·žëŁčìë ë°ë»í ìŹëìŽ ìꞎ íê”Źë.â êČì·ì ëČìŒë €ë ëí넌 ëłž íì°ì 귞넌 ë§ëŠŹë©° ììžíšì ëȘ©ì ìŒìŒ°ë€. âìëìì, êł ë§ìì ê”Ź ì€ì„ë. ìŽì ë§ë ìŒë ìêČ ë€ì.â ê·žë ì ììží íì ì ëłž ëíë ì ì ìì§ìì§ë§ íëì ëŹŽìš ë§ì íŽìŒ í ì§ ëȘ°ëë€. ê·žê° ëšžëê±°ëŠŹë ìŹìŽ íì°ì ëŻžë šììŽ ìëŠŹë„Œ ë ë ëč ììŒëĄ ë°ìŽë€ìë€. ìŽëŽ ëë ííì°ë§ìŽ êżìì êčšìŽë ì ìë ì ìŒí ë°©ëČìŽìë€. êł”íìŒëĄ í„íë íìì ìì ì°œë°ìŒëĄ ììì§ë ëčì€êž°ë„Œ ë°ëŒëłŽë íì°ì ëȘ ë ëì ìŽìë ëìê° ëì ë€ìŽì ì°žì§ ëȘ»íêł ì í넌 걞ìë€. ì íê° ì°êȰëìë§ì ì§ìč ê·žë ë ì ëščë íì ë€íŽ ë§íë€. âì€ëč âŠâŠ.â ê·žë ë ìëìêČ ëȘ ë§ë ë§ì í ë€ ì í넌 ëìë€. 8ìê° í, ì ì©êž°ê° Bì êł”íì ì°©ë„íë€. íì°ì í€ê° íŹêł êČì ì·ì ì ì í ëšìì íì ìêČŒë€. ë€ì ìë êČœížììŽ ê·žë ì ìș늏ìŽë„Œ ëêł ë ìŹëì ì ì©êž°ì íì ë€. âŠâŠ ëŠì ë°€, êČìì ëČ€í늏 í ëê° ìČìČí íìš êł íìŒëĄ ë€ìŽì°ë€. ë·ìąìì ìì ìë ìì€ì êł ê°ë„Œ ë€ìŽ ëŹŽì±í êŽëȘ© ìë êł ìž” ì íì ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. íì ë ë¶ìŽ ìŒì ž ìë ìčšì€ë ìŽëĄêž°ë§ íë€. âì§ì§ ê°ê”Źë.â íêČœì ìëí ìì€ì êž°ìŽì ëêŒêł , ììŹ ì늏ìì ê·žë ì ìëČì§ê° í ë§ ë돞ì íë êČ ë¶ëȘ íë€êł ìê°íë€. âìì€ ìš, ë°„ ëščì ë ì°ëŠŹ ìžëë ìì€ ìš ìŹìŽì ìŒìŽë ìŒëĄ êž°ë¶ìŽ ìíë€ë ê±° ìì. êȰíŒì ìëë„Žì§ ììë ëŒ, ì°ëŠŹ ìëč ë ì êČœ ì°ì§ ë§. ì°ëŠŹ ìëč ë ëŽê° íŒì ìì ìŽëŒ ìŹìŽíë êČëżìŽìŒâŠâŠ.â íêČœì ë§ì ìì€ì ìê°ì ë€ëĄ 믞ë€ëêł , ê·žë ê° ìĄì ìì ì ìë§€ ëì 볎며 ë§íë€. âê”ŹêČšìĄë€.â íêČœì ê·žì ë§ì 돎ììì ìŒëĄ ìì ëë€. ê·ž í ìì€ì 돞ì ìŽêł ì°šìì ëŽë žêł , íêČœì ìžìží ë ëë ê·žì ë·ëȘšì”ì ë©íë ë°ëŒëŽ€ë€. âì€ë ëíì€ìì ìêž° ë€ëŠŹ ìì ìíìŒë©Žì ìŽë»êČ í룚ë ì ì§ëŹëë° ëŽ ìŹëìŽ ë ê±°ìŒ?â íì§ë§ ê·žë ë ìê°ì ì ì 믞ë€ëêł ìì€ì ë€ë„Œ ë°ëŒ ì°šìì ëŽë žë€. ì 11í ì°žê° ìêČ©ìŽ ë°íëčíë€ êł íìì íì°žì êž°ë€ëа ê°ì ë¶ë ëììš íìì€ì ìžíŹë„Œ ë°ìë€ìêł , ìì€ì ë€ì ìë ëŻŒíêČœì ëłŽêł ì ì ë©íŽìĄë€. âíêČœ ìê°ìš, ë°©ì ì€ëčíŽ ëì”ëë€. ìŽìȘœ ëł”ë넌 ë°ëŒ ìŹëŒê°ì멎 ë©ëë€.â ìì€ì ë°ëŒ êłëšìŒëĄ í„íë íêČœì ë©ì¶° ìì 믿ì ì ìë€ë ëŻìŽ ìłë€ëŽ€ë€. âìì€ ìš, ì°ëŠŹ ê°ìŽ ìë ê±° ìëìì?â ê·žë ê° êł íìŒëĄ ë€ìŽì€ë 걞 ëìí ìì€ì êȰíŒë ì돔ì ìŒëĄ ëìí êČ©ìŽìë€. íšê» ìŹë 걎 ëčì°í ìŒìŽìë€. ê·žë ì ë§ì ìì€ì 믞ê°ì ì°ížë žë€. âê·žâŠâŠ.â íêČœì ë ìŽì ìŽë í ë§ë ê°í íì§ ëȘ»íë€. ëšììë íì°ì íì ìŽ ìŹëŒì§êč ëŽ ê·žë ê°ì ë¶ìêČ ë€ë„ž ë°©ì ì€ëčíŽëŒêł ì§ìíìë€. âë ìì§ í ìŒìŽ ëšììŒëêč 뚌ì ìëŹ ê°.â ìì€ì 돎êŽìŹí ìŽíŹëĄ íêČœì ë°ëŒëłŽë©° ëëčì 볎ëë€. âíì§ë§âŠâŠ.â ììëëĄ íêČœì ìŹì í ëŹê°ì§ ìì ì¶ê¶ì íŽ ìêł , ìì€ì ì§ì넌 ë°ì ë°°íììŽ ê·žë 넌 ë§ìë€. âíêČœ ìê°ìš, ì ë°ëŒì€ìžì.â êł íì ì늏ëČ ìŽí° ëŹžìŽ ë«íë©° ì°šê°êž° ì§ìŽ ìë ìì€ì ìŒê”ŽìŽ ê°ë €ìĄë€. íêČœì ë§ììì ë¶ë§ì ì”ëë ë€. âê·ê”í íëĄ ìì€ ìšì íëìŽ ë돎 ëŹëŒìĄìŽ.â ê°êčêł ë 뚌 ê·žì ë§ìì ëì í ì ì ììë€. ììŹëĄ ëììš ìì€ì ì€ì넌 íêł ëȘ©ìê°ìŽì ì ì ë€ ìì ë 돞ì넌 íìŽëŽ€ì§ë§ ì ì ì ëŽ ë°ëĄ ê° ììë€. ìì ê°ìŒë©Ž íì°ìŽ ììŹì ë°ë»í ìí넌 ê°ì žë€ìŁŒêł ìčšì€ëĄ ê° ê·žë„Œ êž°ë€ë žì êČìŽë€. ëëĄë ììŹìì ë°€ì ì§ìì°êž°ë íêł , ëëĄë ìčšì€ëĄ ëìì ê·žë ë ìíìì, ìì€ì ìčšëìì ìêž°ë íì§ë§ ê·žë ë í룚ë ëč ì§ììŽ ìí넌 ê°ì žë€ì€Źë€. íì§ë§ ì€ëì ì돎늏 êž°ë€ë €ë ìí넌 ê°ì žë€ìŁŒë ìŹëìŽ ììë€. ìŽë° ê·žë ì íì ì ìì€ì êŽí ì§ìŠìŽ ëŹë€. ìŽë ì íê° ìžë žë€. í멎ì ëŹ âê”Ź ì€ì„âìŽëŒë êžì넌 ëłŽêł ìì€ì ì ì§ ëȘšë„ŽêČ ëëìŽ ìąì§ ìì 믞ê°ì ì°ížë žë€. [ëíë, ë°©êž Dê” ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëí ëŽëčììêČ ì°ëœìŽ ìëë° HTê·žëŁčìŽ êž°ë¶êžìĄ ì ë€ë ìŽì ëĄ ì°žê° ìêČ©ì ë°íëčíë€êł í©ëë€.] ìì€ì ìŒê”Žì êžìž ìŽëììĄë€. ìë ìŽ ëȘšë êČì íì°ìŽ ëŽëčíì§ë§ ê·žë ê° ë ë ìŽì ëȘšë 걎 ëíì ëȘ«ìŽ ëìë€. âêž°ë¶êžìĄ ì ë€êł ? ë°ëí ì°žê° ìêČ©ì ê° ê·žëŁčìŽ ì ìììŹì êž°ë¶í êžìĄì êž°ì€ìŒëĄ êȰì íë ê±° ìëìŒ? HTê·žëŁčì ìë ì ìŽëŻž 600ì” ìì êž°ë¶íìŽ, ê·Œë° ì ë€êł ?â ëíì êž°ë¶ìŽ ìŹììč ìë€ë êČì ëë ëíë ë±ì ììëìŽ íë ë€. [ì ë ìŽíŽê° ëì§ ìì ìŽ ëŹžì ì ëíŽ ììëłŽë €êł ì” ëčìëê» ì°ëœëë žì§ë§, ìŹì©í ì ìë ëČížëŒêł âŠâŠ.] ââŠâŠ.â ëíë ë€ì ë§ì êłì ìŽìŽ ëê° ì ììë€. êł§ ììŹë ì ì ì í©ìžìêł ìì€ì ìžìì ì§ìŒë©° ì€ë ëíì€ìì ì ëíŒì ëČë íì°ì ëȘšì”ì ë ìŹë žë€. ê·žë ì ì ìë ê°ì ì ê°ìŽìŽ íëȘ°ììł€ë€. ê·žì êž°ì”ìŽ ë§ë€ë©Ž, íì°ì ìêłšìì íìŽë ìëê¶ ëíì ì ííë€. ê·žë ë ë žë „ ëì ì·ê°êČ넌 ìŽìì§ë§ ìì€êłŒ êȰíŒí í ìŒë§ ëì§ ìì 돞ì ë«ìë€. ê·žë êČ íì°ì íìš ì§ììì ì êž°ì ìŒëĄ ìŁŒë ì©ëì ì ìžíêł ë ì¶ê° ìì ìŽ ììë€. âëë ìë ìŹìê° ìŽëëĄ ê°ìêč?â âì°ì ìêłšëĄ ê° ëŽ.â ê·žë íì°ìŽ ìë €ì€ êł í„ ìŁŒì넌 ìì§ë êž°ì”íêł ììêł , ê·žë 넌 ì°Ÿì ì ìë€êł íì íë€. âê·žëŠŹêł Dê” ê”ì ëłì ë° íŹì€í íŹ ë°ëí ëŽëčììêČ ì ííŽ. ìŽì± ììë ìꞰ넌 íŽ ëŽìŒ êČ ìŽ.â ì í넌 ëì ìì€ì íŽëí°ì ì§ìŽ ëìĄêł , ê·žì ìŒê”Žì ì ì ë ìŽëììĄë€. ì 12í Dê”ì ë€ìŻ ì€ëč ë€ ì ëœí ê±ŽëŹŒì ížíëĄìŽ ì€ìížëŁž, ì”íì°ì ì”ìí ëŻ êž°ì§ê°ë„Œ íŽêł ìŒìŽëŹë€. ë°© ê”ŹìĄ°ë ê°ê”Źë€ì ê·žë ê° ë ëŹì ëì ë€ëŠììë€. íì°ì 뚞늏맥ìë ë°ë»í ì°šê° ëìŹ ììêł , ìčšë ììë ìžë šë ì·ë€ìŽ ìŹëŹ ëČ ëìŹ ììë€. ìœ ëìŽ ìí°ê±°ë žë€. Bìììë êżë êŸžì§ ëȘ»í ëì°ìë€. âí ìëČì§ë ëčíêž° ì¶ëœ ìŹêł ììì ë€ìŒìêł ë€ê° ì í넌 ì ë°ìì ìŹì ì§ê° ì€ì šìŽ, ìì§ë ëłìì ëìêłì .â ë€ìì ë°ìëŠŹê° ê°êčìì§ëë êČì ì·ì ì ì í° í€ì ëšìê° ìčŽëŠŹì€ë§ì ìì°ëŒë„Œ íêž°ë©° ê·žë ì ìčšì€ì ëíëŹë€. ê·žë BìëĄ íì°ì ë°ëŠŹëŹ ìš ì€ëč ì”íëŻŒìŽìë€. íëŻŒì íìŹ ì”ìš ê°ëŹžì êČœìì ìŽëêł ìêł íì ìšííšì ì ì§íë©° í ëČë í넌 ëž ì ìŽ ìë€. í ìëČì§ê° ížì°źìŒìë€ë ììì íì°ì ë컄 êČìŽ ë ìžëščìë€. âì€ëč , ë§ìŽ ìì€íì ê±°ìŒâŠâŠ?â âìŹê°í ì ëë ìëìŒ, ë ë€ ëȘžìŽë ì±êČš.â íëŻŒì íì°ì ìì ìĄìëčêž°ë©° ëê°ë €ë ê·žë 넌 ë§ìë€. âì§êž ë€ êŒŽì ëŽ, ìŽêČ ìŹë ìŒê”ŽìŽìŒ? ìì ì í ìœì ìììŽ?â ìŽ ë§ì ë€ì íì°ì ë°ê±žìì ë©ì·ë€. ëčì°í ìì§ ììë€. ê·žë ë í ìëČì§ìêČ íìì€ìŽ ìì ì ìŹëíì§ ìêł ëìê° ìŽíŒêčì§ íêČ ëë€ë©Ž ììí ì”ìš ê°ëŹžì ëšì ê°ì ì ëêČ ë€êł ìœìíë€. ìŹì§ìŽ íì°ì ì”ìš ê°ëŹžì ìŹì ì íì„íêž° ìíŽ 4ë ê°ëŹž ì€ íëìž ëìš ê°ëŹžêłŒ êȰíŒíêČ ë€ë ì ìì ììí ë°ìë€ìŽêž°ëĄ íë€. âì€ëč ê° ê°ìêž° ìŽë° ë§ì íë 걞 볎멎, ëČìš ìŹëì ì°Ÿì ëì ê±°ìŒ?â âëìš ê°ëŹžì ìë€ì ìììŁŒë ë°ëë„ìŽëŒêł íëë°âŠâŠ.â âê·Œë° ì€ëč ë ìŽíŒíì§ë ìŒë§ ì ëêł , ìì§ ìŹíŒí ìê°ìŽ ììŽâŠâŠ.â ê·žë ë ê±°ì ëčë€ìíŒ ë§íë€. ìê° íëŻŒì íì ì íëë ì ëłŽë€ íšìŹ ë¶ëëŹìì§ ëȘ©ìëŠŹëĄ ë§íë€. ëčì°í êČìŁŒë €êł í ë§ìŽìë€. âë ì”ìš ì§ì ëžìŽìŒ. ì°ëŠŹ ê°ëŹžì ììì í멎ìêčì§ ì§ìì í€ì°ì§ ìì íì§ë§, í ìëČì§ê° ììčíì€ ëêčì§ë ëŽ ììì ì€ë„ží ìí ì ëëí íŽ.â ìŽ ë§ì ì믞ë Dê”ì ìë íëŻŒì DSê·žëŁčì ë€ìŽì€ëŒë ë§ìŽìë€. íì°ì ê°ìĄ±ë€ì ê·žë ê° ììŽë êžëĄëČëčì§ëì€íë¶ì ë€ìŽê° ëë¶í° ìŽ ìŒì ìŒëì ëêł ììë€. íì§ë§ íì°ìŽ ìì ì êżì ìŽëŁšêž° ìíŽ ëììŽë ëžëë ìì ìŽêł ìì€ìêČ ìČ«ëì ë°í ì€ì ëê° ìììŽëŒë íìêč? âì€ëč ë í ìëČì§ê° ë§ìŽ ììíŽíì€ ê±°ìŒ.â âìêČ ìŽ.â ê·žë ë ìŹíŒë§ ìëëŒë©Ž ëë êŽì°źë€êł ë§íë€. íëŻŒì ìíč íšìž ëìŒëĄ ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŒëłŽë©° âìâíêł ëë”íë€. âì°ëŠŹ íì°ìŽë§ 볎멎 ê°ìŽìŽ ìíë€. íì§ë§, ìŽëČ êȰíŒìŽ íì°ìŽìêČ ê”íì ì€Źì ê±°ìŒ.â âëíë.â ê·žë, ëê”°ê°ê° ë°© 돞ì ëëëŠŹêł ë€ìŽìë€. íëŻŒì ëčììë€. âíìì€ ìšê° ì°žê° ìêČ© ë°íì ëíŽ ê¶êží ì ìŽ ììŽ ëíëêłŒ ë§ë ê”ŹìČŽì ìŒëĄ ìŽìŒêž°ë„Œ ëëêł ì¶ë€êł í©ëë€.â íì°ì ê·ž ì늏ìì ìŒìŽë¶ìë€. âì€ëč , ì€ë§âŠâŠ.â íëŻŒì ê·žë 넌 ë°ëŠŹêł ìš í ì ìíêł ëŹŽìëčíêČ íìš ê°ëŹžì êł”êČ©íë€. ìŽë ìì€ìŽ íì°ë§ ëŻżêł ìŽëČ ë°ëíì êŽìŹìŽ ììë€ë 걞 ììêž° ë돞ìŽë€. íì°ë§ ëŻżêł ìë ìŒìŽ ìŽë êČ ë°ë êČìŽëŒêł ëê° ììêČ ëê°? âìŽê±Ž ì”ìš ê°ëŹž ëžì ê·ž ëê”Źë 걎ë늎 ì ìë€ë 돎ìžì êČœêł ìŒ. ìŽì ë€ê° ë íŽìŒ í ì§ ìêł ìì§?â íëŻŒì íì°ìŽ ìêł ìì ê±°ëŒ ìê°íë©° ê·žë ì ìŽêčšë„Œ ê°ëłêČ ëë늰 ë€ ëčìì íšê» ë ëŹë€. ê·žì ëìì ê·žë ëčììêČ ì§ì넌 ëŽë žë€. âë©°ìč ëì íì°ìŽë„Œ ë°ëŠŹêł Dê”ì ìŁŒì ì°ì ëšì§ë„Œ ëêł ìì ëčìì ëȘšë ì ëŹŽë„Œ ìì§íëëĄ íŽ.â âìêČ ì”ëë€, ëíë.â ê·žë€ì ëȘ©ì늏ë ì ì ë©ìŽì ž ê°êł , ëì ìčšì€ì ë€ì ìĄ°ì©íŽìĄë€. âìì ëčìâŠâŠ.â ìŽ ì§êžì ëí ë€ììŒëĄ ëì ì§êžìŽìë€. íì°ì ìì ì ëłŒì ìžêČ êŒŹì§ìë€. âìŽëČìë ì€ëč 넌 ì€ë§ìí€ë©Ž ì ëŒ.â âìíëŒìŽìŠ!â íì°ìŽ DSê·žëŁčì ì”êł ìž” ìŹëŹŽì€ëĄ ë€ìŽìš ì§ ìŽíìŽ ëë ë , 걎ë€ê±Žë€í í ëšìê° ë€ìŽìë€. | LEARN_MORE | https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | ìì€ì ìžêł | https://www.facebook.com/61557428073507/ | 666 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | mlyqjqpr.com | IMAGE | https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15149&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466002718_1085606979958967_7121558704551842248_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uNbCXwy8ZHgQ7kNvgEseWHy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AF5JxI3aqdsyUTsQCDqVAYy&oh=00_AYDreIPr9bhqnkwKeUn7Chitg6fXdzkqVTuxz27xW3m_hw&oe=673F40F9 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | ìì€ì ìžêł | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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đAttention! Do not read in publicïŒđ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herâher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonât be a concubine. Sheâll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheâs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donât really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeâs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheâs unlike any woman Iâve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheâs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateâs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnât seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheâs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheâs above household squabbles and wouldnât want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatâs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itâs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iâll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donât you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. âWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.â âOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?â Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyâs life respectable, and this was her reward. âEnough,â Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. âIâve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonât change anything.â As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. âMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!â Lulu, Carissaâs maid, said, wiping her tears. âDonât call him that!â Carissa gave her a stern look. âWe never consummated the marriage. Heâs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.â âWhy the dowry list?â Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. âSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.â Lulu gasped. âLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?â Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered â assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyâs former glory seemed impossibleâat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyâs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. âLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.â ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaâs arrival to the king three times. âYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,â he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. âI canât summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.â âThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheâs been standing there for over an hour without moving.â Salvador felt a pang of guilt. âBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnât want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.â âYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,â Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. âAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iâll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,â said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. âAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!â ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicïŒđ | "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herâher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonât be a concubine. Sheâll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheâs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donât really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrettâs victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateâs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheâs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheâs above household squabbles and wouldnât want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatâs them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." âOh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?â Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyâs life respectable, and this was her reward. âEnough,â Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. âIâve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonât change anything.â As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. âMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!â Lulu, Carissaâs maid, said, wiping her tears. âDonât call him that!â Carissa gave her a stern look. âWe never consummated the marriage. Heâs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.â âWhy the dowry list?â Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. âSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.â Lulu gasped. âLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?â Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered â assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyâs former glory seemed impossibleâat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyâs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. âLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.â ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaâs arrival to the king three times. âYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,â he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. âI canât summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.â âThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheâs been standing there for over an hour without moving.â Salvador felt a pang of guilt. âBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnât want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.â âYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,â Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. âAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iâll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,â said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. âAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!â ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. 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đRead the next chaptersđ | Chapter 1 I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall. I think I have delayed the inevitable for as long as I physically can. I should go to the packhouse to go and wish our pack's upcoming Alpha a happy birthday. The bane of my life. My brother's best friend. One day to be Alpha Miles. Today he will turn 17, and meet his Alpha wolf. In all honesty, he was egotistical enough, thinking the world revolved around him, without him adding to that by finally gaining his wolf. Not your run-of-the-mill werewolf either. Oh no, Miles Davenport was destined to be an Alpha, so he would have a strong and powerful Alpha wolf, only adding to his arrogance and strength. The crazy thing is, Miles had once upon a time been one of my closet friends too. In my younger childhood... Friends, that kind of thing comes when your father is the Beta to the Alpha. The children spend a lot of time together, and become friends. My older brother, Jordan, became the wing-man to Miles. His closest friend and ally, who as his Beta when the time came, was only right. But as the years went on, the friendship between Miles and I changed. Friendship faded as he grew into a more popular sports star of our school. At the end of the day, he was always going to be popular, he was the upcoming Alpha after all, but as one of the top sports stars too, he was idolized. As was my brother. All the girls in school flocked around them like they were pop stars or something, and it was bizarre. I was nothing more to him now but a source of amusement for him and his sports buddies. A geek. Not one of the beauty queens who followed him around. Simply someone to make fun of. I had gone from enjoying time with my one-day Alpha, to hating him, in the space of a school year. He thought he was god's gift, and in all honesty, if he was, he is a gift I would return⊠"Bailey!" I heard my Mum call from downstairs, telling me I was definitely running it close now for time. I know Jordan had already headed over to the packhouse a while ago with my Dad to meet his friend and our Alpha. "I know." I yelled back, looking at the books on my desk, desperate to continue with the assignment I was working on. I would so much rather continue working on the assignment and gain the additional credit available, work toward going to the college I want to go to instead of going to a party for the big-headed bully, I got to consider almost family, considering he was the son of my Dad's best friend. I stood from my seat, and walked to my mirror, adjusting my black skater dress I had chosen to wear today. Something plain and simple, easy to blend into the background, but a dress all the same if anyone asked why I hadn't made an effort. Along with my chunky black sandals, I looked presentable, not that anyone would be looking at me. Today, all eyes would be on the birthday boy, as they always were. He would make sure of that. I flicked back my curly brown hair, before I walked out of the door, already dreading the hours that lay ahead⊠My Mum pulled the car into the parking spaces outside the packhouse, while my younger sister Morgan was flicking at the curls around my head, simply trying to irritate me. She knew I would rather be anywhere but here right now, and was loving every last moment of it. "Aww, you want to go home Bailey-boo?" she teased. "Stop you two, come on, your Dad is waiting inside. Let us go and find the birthday boy." Mum says, sounding cheerful, completely oblivious to the fact how horrendous this party had the potential to be. She, too, worshiped Miles. Having seen him grow up alongside my brother, she seemed to think the sun shone out of his rear-end. It had always driven me insane. "He won't even notice us there." I muttered under my breath as I followed her up the steps of the back house, shaking my head at my sister and how overdressed she looked. She definitely looked like she was out to impress someone today. A small part of me wondered if she hoped she might be the fated mate of Miles. After all, he was meeting his Alpha wolf today. He will have shifted for the first time today, and today could potentially be the day he can sense his fated mate out there waiting for him! There had been so much buzz around school about this, so many of the girls were excited about the potential possibility they could be his fated mate. The one chosen for him by the moon goddess. The one destined to be with him. So many of them are desperate for it to be them. While there I was desperate for anything but. I could think of nothing worse! Yet, looking at the amount of effort my younger sister had made today, I am beginning to think she was one of the many she-wolves that was holding out that hope⊠We walked through the corridors of the packhouse, and it was filled with various pack members. Today was a day of celebration within pack, the birthday of the upcoming Alpha. And not just any birthday, the day he came of age. The day he met his Alpha wolf. The walls of the packhouse were adorned with decorations, music was blaring from various speakers dotted around the multiple rooms. "Ooff, sorry!" a giggling she-wolf said to me as she nearly knocked me off my feet as she knocked into me. I would rather be anywhere but here right now. This was far too hectic and far too loud for me. I simply glare at the back of the girl as she moves away from me, not a care in the world. I followed my Mum and my sister, who was almost skipping as she walked, toward the main lounge area. I can only assume my Mum had mindlinked my Dad to let him know we had arrived, and he said they were there, or else we could spend all day looking around for them! It appeared almost every member of the pack had turned up to celebrate the birthday of Miles. The lounge area was laden with people, music truly blasting, and everyone seeming to have a good time. Everyone but me. I caught the eye of my brother, leaning against the wall of the lounge, the furthest away from the door we had just walked into. He nodded in my direction before simply turning away. 'Could have made an effort, Bailey.' he mindlinked. 'It is a birthday, not a funeral, you know?' I felt my heart sink at his words. Great, the insults were starting already, which meant it would only be a matter of time until Miles started too. The two of them seemed to like working together like that. Finding great enjoyment in harassing me. I was only a year younger than both of them, and had desperately hoped the name-calling and insulting would ease off as they got a little older, but if anything, they seemed to get worse. All because I wasn't like the girls they were interested in, I was sure of it. I wasn't like the other girls. Made myself an easy target, my Mum told me, all because I enjoyed studying. Liked reading and learning. Said, I only made it harder for myself. The plan was to make it easier for myself by finding a way out⊠"Jordan says your dress looks like you are going to a funeral, Bailey." Morgan teased, fluffing up my curls again. My long brown hair fell in thick, unruly curls down my back. They drove me mad at times. Especially when my brother and sister decide to mess with them. "Oh well, I wore a dress, like you asked." I snapped, moving away from them, feeling angry already, so tempted just to turn around and walk home, only to be pulled back by my Mum. "We are going to wish Miles a happy birthday. You will stay for a while at least. I do not need to be explaining to your Aunt and Uncle yet again why you have walked out on a social event, Bailey." Mum warned me, her tone sounding grumpy, I swear she had to have read my thoughts on leaving the party already. I am sure she hated having me as a daughter, likely wishing for one that was more sociable, and one that enjoyed being a part of everything, instead of one that would rather have her head in a book. "Awww, Happy Birthday, Miles!" I heard my sister squeal from by my side. I swear she spoke at a pitch so high only dogs could hear. Goddess knows why she is so excited. It is only his birthday. He likely doesn't even care, he never normally does⊠As I looked up, his blue eyes were locked on me, I raised my gaze to meet his, and could see his eyes shift to a darker blue⊠was that his wolf? I see a snarl across his face as he suddenly storms from the room. What was that about? 'Get out here.' Miles is suddenly mindlinking me, and I have to say he sounded far from impressed. That, combined with the angry expression on his face, told me something was off. Would he have rather I had not come? Well, he was not the only one⊠'What?' I questioned, completely confused. Was he annoyed over how I had dressed too? Jeez, it was just a dress. Does it really matter? I would go home if it was. 'Outside now.' He demanded once more, sounding even more irritated this time, making me realize I had little choice but to follow his command, so I snuck away from the ongoing party back to the doors of the packhouse. Only to find Miles pacing along the end of the steps, looking a mixture of confused and angry. So why did he need me here? Someone to take his anger out on? I was not willing to be that, I was sure about that⊠Just as I was about to walk away, he looked up. âIt took you long enough." He snapped. I frowned, unsure what this was all about, but it was making no sense to me as I looked down toward him from where I stood at the top of the packhouse steps. His blue eyes shifted to the dark blue once more, like they had inside, taking me by surprise. His wolf is clearly lingering⊠"What is wrong, Miles? Do you want me to get Jordan?" I asked. "No I do not! I do not want anyone knowing this." He snarls, a growl slipping from his mouth, though whether that was aimed at me or whether his wolf was angry at him, I do not know⊠"I don't think I understandâŠ" I began. "You soon will." He sneers, and I simply look to him in confusion. Nothing he says makes sense to me. Until he continues. "Only today did I realize. The thought makes me sick. Why our own moon goddess would play a trick like this on me, I don't know. I am an Alpha. I deserve a strong mate. A beautiful mate to be proud of. Not some feeble pathetic wallflower." My body trembles at his words. No. I had yet to gain my wolf. I did not know this yet. Why⊠Why him of all people? "I am your fated mate?" I question with a shaky voice. "Are you sure?" "Are you doubting me?" he yells. "And you won't be. The moment you have your wolf, I will decide when the time is right to reject you." My heart twists and contorts at the thought. Rejection was meant to be the most painful thing possible. Why would he want to reject the mate chosen for him by our own moon goddess? Am I truly so repulsive? Chapter 2 A Year Later Yet another birthday party for our beloved upcoming Alpha. Ha. Not my beloved upcoming Alpha. I hated him. Breaking my heart without a second thought. What I had done to deserve that I had never got a proper explanation from him. Other than the frequent insults, of why would he want to be with someone like me? Did I look like Luna material to him? I had no clue. What did Luna material look like in his eyes? Some blond bimbo, no doubt. They were the she-wolves he tended to spend his time with within our pack. The ones who worshiped the ground he walked on. That would do anything he asked of them. Ones that I highly doubted read much more than the work set of them at school. "Bailey!" my Mum yelled at me from the stairway of our family home. "Will you hurry up?!" "Do I really need to come to the party?" I responded. "I am telling you, Miles will not be bothered if I am not there!" "Your Aunt and Uncle will be though. And I am not explaining to them again why you are missing." My Mum continues yelling. "Do you not realize just how many events you have missed this year, all because you have your head in a book?" "Yeah Bai-Bai. Such a geek. No wonder you have no friends." My sister Morgan giggles from outside my bedroom door. I hissed. "I have friends." I stormed from my room, and down the stairs toward my waiting family. I planned to greet the birthday boy, not that he would care in the slightest. I know that he would rather not see me at all. And then I would sneak home. "Ew, are you wearing that?" Morgan asked. I looked down at the skinny black trousers I had on and the white tank top. Great. Nothing I wear is approved of by my sister, evidently named the fashion queen without my knowledge. Oh well, I am dressed and wearing it. I think it looked good with my chunky black sandals I had on⊠I scowled at my sister and walked out of the door. "Are we going or not?" I snapped at them all, truly not able to wait for the following month when I leave to go to university. Get away from them, and this pack! The party was well underway when we arrived, music pounding from the speakers as couples made out in every available space, so I averted my eyes as we walked through the corridors of the packhouse to the lounge where we would no doubt find Miles reigning over his people. Being all important, like he was partial to considering himself. 'Why are you here?' Miles's voice filled my mindlink, before I had even fully got into the room behind my parents. Great. 'I didn't get a choice. Trust me, I would rather not be.' I snapped back. I was getting more than a little tired of the way he would treat me. Yes, he planned on rejecting me. Decided I was not for him, but he could have left it at that. I didn't need treating like I was some sort of social pariah because of the fact he decided I was not right for him. I do not think I deserved that. I had endured enough bullying through my time in high school, for the fact I enjoyed my education. 'Oh. Excuse me? Are you implying you were not going to come to the party of your next Alpha?' Miles links with some serious attitude. 'Miles, you just asked why I had bothered coming. Now you are asking if I was not going to come? Make your mind up.' I argued. 'Remember who I am Bailey. You are not above me. Never will be. Could have been equal to me at most had I seen you as suitable to be my mate, but no. You were beneath that honor.' He sneers. I felt anger racing through me. 'And you think I would not have rejected you?' I snapped, moving back toward the exit, not wanting to be here anymore. Until I felt a hand grabbing the back of my tank top, yanking me back. My eyes darted upward to see the dark eyes of Miles. Sneering down at me. Our Pack's upcoming Alpha. The most arrogant man I think I have ever met. One, thankfully, I did not have to be mates with any longer as he had chosen to reject his own fated mate before even giving her a chance. "Going somewhere Bailey?" he asked, his voice full of spite. "Well, I do believe you asked me why I was here, so I assumed you wanted me to leave." I told him. Miles bows his head down so it is level with mine, he inhales deeply, like he still enjoys the scent of me. He has done this numerous times of late, which I find quite bizarre. But, I ignore him as he tilts his head to look at me, "Hmm, I think my Mum and Dad may have something to say if you leave. Their clever little Bailey. Heaven forbid." He presses his forehead against mine. "Just stay away from me, and do not spoil my fun." I shake my head in disbelief at him, as he stalks away. Did he even think for a moment I would be going near him if I could avoid it? I would rather be anywhere but near him! "Bailey, why are you harassing my friend for?" I heard my brother, Jordan demand, as he suddenly approached, causing many people to turn around and look at me. Wonderful. Nothing like starting pack gossip is there. I am sure Miles would appreciate that! "I wasn't harassing him, he came to speak to me. Asking why I had come." I told him, and my brother laughed. He is as much an idiot as Miles. Any of my friends who have big brothers hate how protective they are. Me? No, my big brother is the one leading all the bullying and being cruel to me. He finds great embarrassment in the fact his younger sister is far from being one of the popular group, and is, in his words, 'far too into her books'. I think, in all honesty, my entire family found me, in one way or another, a huge embarrassment. "Well, he has a point. Not like you will be joining in with the celebrations. You will probably be sitting in a quiet corner somewhere reading." He teases. "Well, it is certainly more intellectually pleasing than any of you would be." I smirked at him as I walked away from my brother who was standing looking confused. I am sure he had no clue what I meant. The scary thing is he will be the next, pack Beta. Heaven help our pack. Between him and Miles they only had one brain cell between them, and that was one that they shared, I am sure of it! And even then, I think it was rechargeable and started losing power and knowledge at a rapid rate! They only graduated high school because they paid people to do their work for them. As I snuck away, out of the busy lounge to the top of the stairway, where I hoped to hide out for as long as possible, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickly turned, hoping it was simply someone on their way to their bedroom or even to one of the spare bathrooms on this floor. But, sadly, luck was not on my side tonight. No. Miles was following me. Eyebrows raised and looking quite irritated. "Oi. I want to talk to you." he demanded. "You asked me to go away a minute ago, didn't you?" I asked him. "Don't think so, think it was more a case of why you were here." Miles says with a smirk. Sitting on the top step with me. "Miles, you have the whole pack here for your birthday, I am sure whatever you need to speak to me about can wait." I shrugged, desperately craving peace, which, considering the pounding beat of the music playing, would be difficult. "No. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" he questions, like he is irate at the fact I had not let him know. Why would I let him know? "Why would I? We aren't friends, Miles. You also are not my Alpha yet. It was arranged with my parents, me and your Dad, as Alpha." I explained to him, unsure why this would even bother him. If anything, I would think he would be glad to get rid of me. "You are going away though." he murmurs. "That is generally what happens when you go to college or university. Yeah." I said with another shrug. "There wasn't one closer to home?" he hisses. "Because it seems to me you picked the one furthest away." "What does it matter to you? You hate me. I won't be here, You get your wish of being rid of me." I snapped, truly sick of him trying to dictate to me what I should and shouldn't be doing. I had worked hard in school, so I could do this. My parents had spoken to my Aunt and Uncle, the Luna and Alpha of our pack to allow me special permission to go to a university out of state to study, saying it was what I had dreamed of. I had nothing holding me back. And, with the fact Miles did not want me for his mate, or his Luna, I truly did not. Not that any of them knew of that. That was our own secret. Even despite the pull to him as my mate since my wolf had arrived, I still found him truly repulsive. He sickened me. Though, the pains when he slept with the many she-wolves that visited his bed, made it even easier to detest the man that he had become. I still had no clue what I had done to deserve this treatment from this man, other than not being one of the popular group. But, I knew I deserved better than him. Miles glanced at me, momentarily a thoughtful look passed over his face, almost caring, before a hardness replaced it. "That much is true. No more having to see the disappointing failure the moon goddess made of mating me to you. At least not for a few years. Who knows, perhaps you will meet someone while there. I suggest you do. That way you won't have to come back, because, I, as Alpha, will be looking for my Luna." "Miles, I honestly do not care if you find someone else." I told him, going to stand and head home, not wishing to spend another moment in the same place as him. As I went to move away, he grabbed my hand, pulling me to him, so I was once more sitting level with him on the top step of the first floor landing of our packhouse. "Always so righteous aren't you Bailey? You say you don't care? We will see. Well, this will be on my terms. I, Miles Davenport, reject you, Bailey West, as my fated mateâŠ" he began, and my head began to whirl as his words sunk in. The realization and excruciating pain of what was happening becoming too much for me⊠Chapter 3 Three Years Later I drove the long road down to pack. I hated this drive. Lotus Shadow Pack. Though, three years away, studying had been truly amazing. Transforming myself into the woman I should always have been. Confident. Self-assured. Brave. Just me. And now a fully qualified teacher. As a she-wolf, you spend so many years of your life being told your focus is finding your fated mate. Settling down with them and creating a strong matebond. A love. A family. Well, once I had come to accept that my naĂŻve, teenage dreams would never surface, thanks to the moon goddess pairing me with a mate so incapable of loving anyone other than himself, I decided that my focus would be my career. My education had always been something I took great pride in. I loved to learn, and I had decided that I wanted to pass that gift along. I no longer cared what others thought of me. And, while at university, it felt so wonderful to be surrounded by others who felt the same way. I finally felt like I fit in somewhere. And, I believe that is what allowed me to become the person I was meant to be. However, now, I had to return to my pack, at their requirements. The agreement was, once I had completed my degree, I would return home. Unless, of course, I had found my fated mate. But, I knew within my heart, that was never to happen. For, my fated mate sat at home. Lording it over our pack. Acting like he was the best thing since sliced bread. Sleeping with any she-wolf that came near him, from what I heard, having rejected me. I pulled up at our guarded pack gates. Harley, one of our pack warriors, currently on guard duty, stepped forward to my car window. "ID" he asked. I frowned at him. I do not think I have been asked for ID before when returning home, even in all the times I have visited home, though in all fairness, those visits have been few and far between. My visits were only when they were required of me. I had grown to loathe this place, and coming back had become less of a priority for me over the time I was away... "Harley, it is me. Bailey." I explained, trying not to smile at his mistake. Harley looked at me closer. "Sorry Bailey, didn't really recognize you there. You changed your hair. And you aren't wearing your glasses. You look good." He says with a shrug, quickly looking away, clearly embarrassed by his faux-pas. I smirk at his response. Yes, my hair is somewhat tamer than it used to be. The curls straightened out, and my hair now neat and sleek down my back. My glasses I had worn for reading had been long gone. Having got my eyes fixed with laser eye surgery whilst away. Plus, I now wore a little simple make-up to accentuate my features. Nice to know somebody has noticed a difference⊠"No problem. You still need ID?" I asked him. He grins at me. "I think I know who you are. Nice to see you." he nods at me in acknowledgment as the gate opens for me. "Maybe catch you around while you are back." He adds as I begin to drive away. I smiled in response, I guess there would be nothing to stop me catching up with any guy I wanted to now. Not that I was really bothered right now... but it was not like I had a fated mate to wait for any longer. And it wasn't like Miles was making a point of staying single. Every time I had returned home, he had had a different she-wolf on his arm. Parading them through pack like a prized possession, only to have traded her in by the time I returned on my next visit. He was turning into quite the lothario. And quite a joke in my eyes. I set off along the quiet, familiar roads of our sweet old pack. The evening sun was settling in the sky as I moved my car down the route to my family home. No doubt my Mum would be there waiting for me, perhaps my Dad, if he was in from work by now. My brother and sister, I was unsure. They still both lived at home with my parents, but were back and forth to friends' homes and my brother was looking to move into the Beta suite in the packhouse soon enough, in preparation for taking on the role from my father when the time came. Either way, they rarely bothered to rush home to see me when they knew I was returning. I don't think seeing me was at the top of their priority list⊠I pulled my car up on the street in front of my familiar family home. I could not believe I was home. Stuck back here. The dread within my stomach churned heavily at the prospect of many years stuck here. Miserable and unhappy, with no way out, now my fated mate had rejected me. Not that anyone other than Miles and I knew of that. No. He had decided he would be considered weak if others knew an Alpha had gone against the powerful Moon Goddess's choice. So, this was our secret. Or he would make me pay in ways I did not want to imagine, apparently. And, in all honesty, I did not want to think of it. He had allowed me to go away to do my degree. Doing the final bit of convincing when my Uncle, the current Alpha, and Miles's father, along with my parents were on the fence. Or, so he said. How true that was, I would never likely know the truth, but it had been for that reason, and that alone I had chosen to do as he had asked. If he had done the things he said, then he had allowed me to fulfill my dream of gaining my degree of teaching away from pack. To allow me to be just me, not the daughter of the pack Beta. And I have thrived because of it. But, now, I had to return. Back to where I belonged. And, while I may have gained my degree, I had no real future prospects. I was likely stuck here. I stepped from the car, determined more than ever to find work, as I heard my Mum's voice. "Bailey!" she greeted me from the porch steps, a big smile upon her face. "You look beautiful sweetheart." I smiled back at her, as I moved toward the front door. Only to see Miles leaving the house next door to ours. The Alpha home. Could I have timed my arrival home any worse? His eyes met mine, giving me a dark stare before looking at my Mum. "Hi Aunt Brianna. You didn't say she was home today." Mum smiled at Miles like she thought the world of him, though most of the time she generally did. "Ah, I think it slipped my mind. Bailey is home for good now, Miles. How wonderful is that?" Once more, Miles gave me a dark stare. "Hmmm. Truly wonderful." he said with some serious contempt in his voice. 'You stay out of my way unless I say otherwise, you understand?' Miles mindlinks me, as he moves toward his car. "Are you not going to speak to him Bai?" Mum tries. "He will be Alpha this time next year, you know?" "Oh it doesn't matter, Aunt Brianna. Bailey will be excused this time. I am sure she is tired from her drive back home. But no doubt I will be seeing her around. And yes, she will have to get used to me as her senior. Her Alpha." He says with a sneer, and at his words my stomach twists into knots. I don't think I can stay here⊠I not only need to find work, I need to find work away from my pack, so I can move away to get away from my psychotic Alpha and ex-mate! Chapter 4 I sit out in the garden drinking my morning coffee, with my laptop open scrolling desperately through the work vacancies, when I hear a deep growl to my left, causing me to swirl my head to look. Miles was resting his head on the garden fence from next door, overlooking our back garden, to where I was sitting. Watching me intently, the look upon his face was one of sheer disgust... I had no clue how long he had been standing there, or what had angered him to the point of growling, but he had made me jump. "Miles." I snapped, giving him a dark scowl. I had done well the past week since arriving and stayed out of his way. Managing to ensure I avoided all pack events, and ensuring I dodged any places he was likely to be. Yes, it meant I spent an awful lot of time in my bedroom at home, but I would rather do that than have to copel with him. Today, the sun was glorious, and I thought it would be nice to take my breakfast outside while I looked for jobs online. Sitting on the patio furniture we have in the back garden, under the warmth of the morning sunshine, my coffee was enjoyable, all until he disturbed me. I shook my head in his direction, wondering why he had snuck up on me. He had so many more places he could be... "Who do you think you are cursing at?" Miles snarled. "The creep who did exactly that. Crept up on me out of the blue for no good reason." I rolled my eyes at him in disgust, only to see this seemed to anger him further. Though, I think anything I did would anger Miles. He seemed to hold some serious resentment towards me at the moment, but should I really expect anything less? "I will come over there for you, Bailey." He hissed. "For me?" I questioned his choice of words. "How? You asked me to stay out of your way. That is what I am doing." "What are you doing?" he chose to ignore my words, and looks to my laptop screen instead, so I slowly shut the screen down, so he would be unable to see. I do not want him knowing I am applying for work outside the area. I would not put it past him to stop it from happening. He seems to be being deliberately nasty of late, so I truly do not know what he would sink to, to be nasty towards me⊠"Nothing of your concern." "I am your Alpha. So, all that goes on in my pack is my business." He tells me with a smirk. I shook my head with a smirk back, "Hmm, not quite Miles, you are not. Your Dad is still Alpha, so don't be getting ahead of yourself." An angry look flared across his face once more. His handsome features contorted in fury. He did not like having people disagree with him. But I was not about to have him dictating to me... "Just because you were my mate once upon a time does not give you the right to talk to me however you please, you know." Miles snarls. "She is your mate?" a voice questions, causing us both to whip our heads round, only to see the unexpected face of Miles's younger brother Ellis. I look at Miles with despair now, my heart pounding and my palms becoming sweaty. Wondering what he planned to do now the secret we had kept between us for so long was out now⊠how had neither of us heard him coming? "No she is not. She rejected me." Miles said coldly, looking at me as if daring me to disagree with him. Wait... he was making it out like I had rejected him? I looked at Miles in shock, but the look within his eyes was like he dared me to argue. "You rejected your Alpha? What kind of fool are you?" Ellis asked as his eyes looked me up and down like a piece of dirt. Sadly, a look I am more than used to. "Do Mum and Dad know?" Miles shakes his head. "No. I don't want them to either. It would worry them too much, Els, please do not say anything. Bailey and I were never a good match, so perhaps she made the right choice. Please for me?" Miles is pleading with his brother, and part of me wonders if he is worried what his family would do if they learned of his decision to go against the Moon Goddess. As an Alpha, this was almost unheard of. Blaming me was gutless. But, if that is what he wants to do, then let him. 'Do not even think of saying anything different.' Miles's voice reverberates through my mind via the link. 'Or you will learn to regret it. That degree you love so much could easily be destroyed.' I took in the words Miles had said, and the sad thing is, I do not doubt them. I would not put it past him finding a way to have my degree removed. Having me stuck within our pack. He would be Alpha soon enough, and he would be the one able to dictate what I did... I had little choice but to do as he asked. Yet i felt anger racing through my veins... I lifted my laptop and stood from my seat. "I will talk to you however I like Miles. When you seem to think you can treat me however you like." and with that I walked away from the two brothers, both looking at me, walking away in shock. I know I would come to regret what I had just said, but I truly no longer cared⊠Chapter 5 I pace the corridor of the packhouse for yet another night. Sleepless nights are becoming the most repetitive thing for me now. Almost tiresome⊠or they would be if I could actually sleep! Nightmares plaguing my dreams were the thing stopping my sleep⊠making me fear sleep⊠visions of that night⊠reoccurring time and time again⊠the rogues invading our pack lands⊠us losing control⊠and them hurting my precious Isla. My beautiful Isla. Fate had barely brought us together⊠life could be cruel⊠and it made me relive that night, time and time again through my dreams⊠the pain as her life ebbed away⊠the inability to be able to save her⊠the pain in her eyes⊠the fear⊠it made me hate life⊠hate fate. And now, now it makes me fear sleep. Which is what found me pacing these godforsaken corridors every night⊠"Alright Beta!" Marc, one of our young warriors, greeted me enthusiastically, telling me he had likely been out spending time with friends. Especially returning to his room at this early hour of the morning. "Hey Marc." I smiled, raising my eyebrows questioningly at him as he stumbled toward the stairs. He was barely able to walk in a straight line. "I not been dinking, honest boss." He mutters with a chuckle. These guys make me smile. How could they not? Barely past shifting age, and newly trained warriors. They clearly decided to drink themselves to the point of stupor. Which, considering we are werewolves and drink has little to no effect on us in small doses, they had to have been drinking excessive amounts! Likely coming up with new and different drinking challenges to see who could drink the most, that was what they so often did. But, I can't say I had not done the same when I first shifted and on many a younger night with friends. It was all part of growing up for many, wasn't it? Especially for our warriors, I knew that, having helped many a drunken warrior home in the past. And I am sure they had had a good night and many good memories to look back on⊠if they could actually remember any of them, of course! "I never said a word Marc." I gave him a nod as he fell up the stairs. I continued my pacing of the corridor only to hear a few more drunken voices approaching, I assume likely Marc's drunk friends. And, I, not in the right frame of mind to have to cope with anyone else tonight, ducked into the short corridor off the main hallway of the packhouse. Leading to my office. I could sit in here until they passed and then make my way back to my room, and hopefully, I could attempt to gain at least a few hours' sleep tonight, so I would be at least partially functionable tomorrow⊠"What are you doing down here?!" a voice made me jump awake from my sleep, making me stir, and realize just how uncomfortable I was. My whole body ached. The crick in my neck felt like it had been locked in a vice... Though, as I moved, it was only then I realized I had fallen asleep sitting at my office desk. I had been asleep collapsed over my office desk since the early hours of the morning when I came in here to hide from the drunken warriors⊠I sleepily raised my eyes upward, only to see my best friend, and the pack Alpha, standing next to my desk looking more than a little concerned, looking down over me. "Asher?" he questioned. "Why are you sleeping down here? This has to be the third or fourth time in a matter of weeks. And don't get me started on all the time prior to that." I sighed. Just what I need, him on my case. The third degree once again. Am I ok? Do I need some help? Support? That is likely what Caleb was about to start with⊠like always. He couldn't help it. Though, I didn't want to sound ungrateful. He was my closest friend after all, and he did just care. But, sometimes, some people just needed their space! It wasn't like he could help⊠he couldn't stop my suffering⊠this has been going on too long now⊠"Was struggling to sleep, so I came down to work. I am guessing I must have crashed." I told him. Not quite the truth, but it would do⊠Caleb didn't need to know that my sleep was so badly disturbed that I struggled to sleep every night. That my nights were so messed up I hadn't slept properly since Isla had left⊠"Is everything okay, Asher?" Caleb asked, and I could hear the concern dripping from his voice, like it so often does of late. "Eden said she has been worrying about you⊠that you just haven't seemed yourself since the rogue attacks began. She said you seem so distant. So withdrawn." I shook my head with a disgusted roll of my eyes. So, they had been discussing me? Do they think that is acceptable? Yes, Eden may be his mate, and the Luna of the pack, as well as my friend, but I do not need to be some sort of sympathy case that needs to be sat and discussed between them over their evening meal! I am fine! I am the pack Beta. I focused my eyes upon my friend, a dark glare hopefully saying all I needed to. "Caleb, you may be a friend, but please, for the love of god,I am fine. Tired, yes. Stressed, yes. We have been coping with rogue attacks regularly until lately. We need to work on improving the pack, which is what we are working on doing. It doesn't come easily. It takes time. It takes energy and effort. So yeah, I am stressed and tired. Is that not my duty?" I snap, knowing I am already overstepping the mark talking to my Alpha in that way. He knew I had lost my mate because of these rogue attacks too, so you would think he would have shown at least a little understanding⊠but I wanted to continue going⊠needed to keep functioning or else I had nothing⊠Caleb looks to me with a shake of his head. "Fine. Go get showered. We have a meeting in half an hour." I sighed. There was no other way to describe it. I think I almost enjoyed the pain I felt. I enjoyed the darkness that lingered over me now. It was who I had become. The Asher I had been was gone. He was gone the moment Islaâs life was taken from her. The moment she was taken from me. The young, carefree, happy, joker always laughing and joking with pack members was long gone. Replaced with a withdrawn, isolated, lonely guy who felt down most of the time. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicïŒđ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Yes | 2024-11-16 20:16 | active | 1825 | 0 | We have 50% OFF in all our 10k gold piercings and FREE SHIPPING on purchases over $50 USD đ„đ Go to www.aretingo.com to see all our products! đâĄïž âą âą âą #piercing #newpiercing #piercingaddict #piercinglife #10kgold #10kgoldpiercing #10kjewelry #cooljewelry #aretingo #wearehere #areyouready #readyforyou #onlineshop #onlineshopping #wholesaleprices #startyourownbusiness #ownbusiness #smallbusiness #ecommerce #onlineshop #onlineshopping | LEARN_MORE | https://aretingo.com/ | Aretingo Shop | https://www.facebook.com/61561620249003/ | 79 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | aretingo.com | VIDEO | https://aretingo.com/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466773106_1744203726415893_1189118849509032666_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4XnGQqwu9q8Q7kNvgEriX0e&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApfY0y31ESXj0EbvAmKP1q0&oh=00_AYBJkZLZrdQVqzAeYwqM-AsagnugzrWgv3m883JtzZL0zw&oe=673F3774 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Aretingo Shop | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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â€ïžđ click to read on đ | I watch as my ex-husband Rowan, who's standing next to me, stares at the love of his life, my sister Emma. It is still at my father's funeral, yet he can't hold back his feelings anymore. We were married but instead of two, there were three of us in our marriage. Him, me and the love of his life, Emma, the woman heâs refused to let go for nine long years of our marriage. Itâs honestly sad. The life I have. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. She was my parents' favorite daughter, my husband's love of life. She always comes first in everyoneâs mind while Iâm left chasing after leftovers of their affection. I used to harbor a glimmer of hope for my marriage with Rowan, but this also ended when we got divorced three days ago. âAva, you okay?â Rowan's deep voice always makes me shiver. Itâs then I realize that the service was over and everyone was leaving. Shrugging my shoulders I stand up, without looking at him. I know it seems rude but I just canât look at him. Not when the memory of him staring lovingly at Emma is still fresh in my mind. âSo we finally meet againâ Emmaâs bitter voice says behind me. After what happened nine years ago, Rowan and I soon got married, and Emma vanished without a trace since then. Until now, she showed up again at father's funeral. I turn around to face her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she still looked like a freaking goddess. I sigh. I so didnât want to face her right now. âNot now Emma. Can we just bury father first?â She smiles then leans in so that Iâm the only one that can hear her. âWe will bury him alright but let me tell you that I am here to stay. You also took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including the man that was meant to be mineâ she then steps aside and leaves just as the preacher calls us to go to back where the cemetery is. Iâm left shocked at her words but not really surprised. What she doesnât understand is that she doesnât have to take anything back because none of them were mine to begin with. The family sheâs talking about worships the ground she walks one. And Rowan? Rowan was and still is her man. Pushing down the pain that wanted to drown me, I walked to the place that would be fatherâs final resting place. I stand a little distance from mother, Emma and my brother Travis. Theyâre huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that I was a stranger just attending the burial instead of part of them. âDust to dustâŠâ the preacher says as they lower fatherâs body to the ground. They then begin to cover his coffin with soil until he is completely buried. Motherâs wails are the loudest as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis both have silent tears running down their faces as they hold her in their arms. I wipe my tears away. Since no one cares, I need to be strong for myself. Once again people flood us to offer their condolences. I accept them mindlessly. It was like I was there but wasnât at the same time. By the time I come out of it, most people were already dispersed. And there stood Rowan and his parents. I stand awkwardly and don't know if I should greet them. When his parents noticed me, they said something to Rowan and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was used to them treating me like that because we both know that I wasnât their choice for their son. Once they leave, we are left standing awkwardly beside each other. Now that his focus wasnât occupied by his parents, it was solely on Emma who was standing a few feet from us. I was about to excuse myself when I hear a screeching of tires. Everything happened so fast. Men with guns opened fire. The minute they started shooting I saw Rowan dive for Emma. I stood shocked as I watched him protect her with his body. I canât believe he abandoned me to protect her. Why was I even surprised? This just proved that Iâll never be his priority. Seeing him protect her with his life completely broke something inside me. âWatch out!â A man with a bullet proof jacket shouted at me. He pushed me out of the way, but it was already too late. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicïŒđ | When Debra died, her husband was still with his secretary. She swore that if she were given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes again... âMr. Nichols, your wife is on the verge of death!â the doctor cried anxiously. âYou might come to say your goodbyes!â âSheâs still alive? Call me when sheâs dead,â Juan Nichols replied, his voice icy and indifferent. With that, he hung up. All the light faded from Debraâs eyes. The machine emitted a steady, cold beepâsignaling that her vital signs had ceased. In her life, she had loved Juan deeply, sacrificing everythingâherself and her familyâfor him. If she were given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes again... âMadam, Mr. Nichols has requested you accompany him to the auction. Which outfit would you prefer?â The housekeeper Sophie asked. Debra gasped, her eyes snapping open. Everything around her felt eerily familiar. This was her home, the one she had shared with Juan. Waitâ auction? Five years ago, Juan was going to a land auction, and as his wife, she had to accompany him. But Juan paid her no mind and didnât even inform her that he had replaced her with Shelia, his secretary. When she arrived at the auction, all dressed up, she saw his secretary Shelia clinging to his arm. âHow could this be?â she thought, utterly confused. âAm I... reborn?â Sophieâs voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all! -- The auction was teeming with business elites. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Meanwhile, Juan was about to enter with Shelia when his bodyguard spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Shelia quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late.". Debra, dressed in a stunning burgundy gown, elegantly walked towards them... | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Random Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ | 321 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465012370_1085089863148114_2066040076159691881_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AmM-196RO3gQ7kNvgFu8aW3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A17daGFL5k2fOCVu3tvmNs6&oh=00_AYB29YME1NDV4z1zyMxABRXihol5kdNoM1Qz3WR4RMnnVg&oe=673F1B7D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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đAttention! Do not read in publicïŒđ | "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing severe postpartum hemorrhage. Please, come and see her for the last time." The doctor anxiously pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone. But Juan Nichols's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from the eyes of the woman lying on the bed. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? ' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating Debra's vital signs had disappeared. In Debra's lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she died alone and tragically. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophieâs voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress she has never tried on before. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. ... In the evening, the auction venue was filled with celebrities, and Juan walked to the entrance with Shelia. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when his assistant Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise and praise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late." | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Random Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ | 321 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464175395_1248916862910202_8685270570837841720_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dMMp-9fgEfMQ7kNvgHatsOV&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmPOHKLcMeKaJstxIkWu9HB&oh=00_AYCiMBSDlbBJ5QahJpgUsx-US98aX3YWvLvKIPyVgvlTXQ&oe=673F0C38 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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