Chapter 107

The woman who was sitting on the couch of Beatrice's house that night next to a Flynn Ashton who smiled happily, did not even look the same as thirty minutes before she had been convincing a man to commit murder. Because that woman was smiling and felt truly grateful to have people with whom she could celebrate one of the most important festive seasons of life, even though these same people were so oblivious to the fact that that woman did not have much zeal for the lives of others.

I was celebrating Christmas Eve with my friends, since I couldn't count on the expectation that my sister would call me to be with her, and, in fact, I didn't even worry about sending a message wishing me happy holidays, since I doubted that she would at least receive the message, considering that I was still blocked. And since Flynn also said he would have to go alone in his big mansion, since his father was still traveling, I invited him to be with me that night. But as soon as the company of Beatrice's