Death was short.
Shorter that the orange cabriole sofa she was laying on and staring aimlessly at the ceiling.
Nicholas was right after all, they were not trustworthy. She just couldn't get it out of her head that he stood there while they killed her not long that he told her, he was the only one she should be trusting.
He did nothing.
She blinked, it would have been nicer if she did not get up and had ascend up forever.
Speaking truly, her grandma didn't want her anymore. Grandma Lily didn't bother to look for her not to even talk of Jared, who would have gone to her house to seek after her and surely Grandma Lily would say every-
"They call you, home wrecker!"
Gracie sighed and closed her eyes.
"I shouldn't have taken you in."
