Yasmin’s face turned pale. She had been trying so hard to climb the socialdder by clinging to


    Michael, but now, everything was ruined?


    “Mike, you promised me…” Yasmin said with red eyes,


    Michael remained silent and didn’t exin.


    I tried hard to break free from Michael’s grip, but he refused to let go. “Stephanle, whether you can


    attend tomorrow’s charity banquet and meet the president of Crowdstar Group depends on how


    cooperative you


    are today.”


    Sure enough, he didn’t have that much patience. “Who else can take you to the charity banquet


    besides


    me?”


    I looked at Michael. “So what? Are you going to take both of us? Not a chance.”


    Michael’s grip on my wrist tightened. “I’ll take you.”


    Yasmin cried and ran away.


    I sneered. “I’m really not interested.”


    “Do you have any other choice?” Michael asked me.


    To be honest, I really didn’t have any other choice.


    “Alright, Mr. Ford. What are the conditions for taking me there?” I looked at Michael. He wouldn’t be


    so kind as to just take me there.


    “Don’t have this attitude toward me, Stephie…” Michael begged me.


    “What attitude should I have toward you?”


    “Can we be like before?” Michael pleaded.


    “You want me to please you like before?” Iughed. “Alright, keep on dreaming.”


    I pushed Michael’s hand away and turned to leave.


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    Before doing anything, we had to always leave a way out for ourselves…


    Michael had already blocked all his paths to me in the past.


    I went back to my room and continued reading my parents‘ diary on my bed.


    “Today, Stephie fit in with the other kids like a regr child. It’s great to see her so happy.


    “Here is Stephie’s first group photo.


    “Stephie and Georgie.


    “Stephie and Georgle are bing closer. Georgle only listens to Stephie now.


    “A child purposely brought a fierce dog, frightening Stephie. Georgle got injured while trying to


    protect Stephie.”


    Most of the diary entries detalled the daily lives of Georgie and me growing up.


    “Today, Stephie hid in the orphanage. Her dad couldn’t find her and was very anxious. This


    mischievous girl makes us so worried.


    “Stephie made a friend!”


    I could tell that my parents were very happy back then.


    In the photograph, young Steven, Simeon, and I were on the yground, crouching in the bushes.


    We seemed to be up to something.


    “Stephie, earthworms can regrow if cut in half. Why can’t people do the same?”


    “When people die, they’re really gone.”


    “What about souls? Could they exist in other forms? Could we capture them with calctions and


    then… put them into new bodies?”


    Suddenly, my head started hurting again. A voice exploded in my mind.


    Who brought up this topic?


    Was it Steven?


    Just then, someone knocked fiercely on the door.


    “Stephany! Come out!” It was Yasmin.


    Michael must have gone out. Otherwise, Yasmin wouldn’t be so bold.


    I didn’t want to deal with Stephany. My head ached, so Iy on my bed, trying to remember


    something.


    Suddenly, the window moved, and the curtain blew in the wind.


    Instinctively, I looked up and saw a half–hidden head with big, innocent, and aggrieved eyes staring


    at me.


    “Stephie…”


    My heart tightened like an electric shock. I stood up quickly, rubbing my eyes.


    Was it just my imagination?