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Jack Kelly. Who was he fooling?
Apparently, everyone.
Katherine was sick of his lie.
All my hope is pinned on Katherine? Bullshit. Jack Kelly had never had Morris screaming about wanting to kill him through his door, because they had never interacted, save for that one day.
Why should Katherine play the grieving girl? Why should she lie? She didn’t miss Morris. He had made her life hell for years.
His death, however horrible, was like a breath of fresh air for her. Because that constantly high, murderous teen, wasn’t her brother anymore, but even then, he had been once. Sometimes his shield cracked enough that Kath could see glimpses of the little boy who had bandaged her scraped knees, has helped her with all her homework. But even though he had been her brother, Kath refused to mourn him.
He didn’t, though. Jack Kelly, who came along with those emails. And his bullshit stories of the orchard.
Kath wanted so badly to believe him.
All my hope is pinned on Katherine...