Chapter 15

Malia dropped her bag on the couch and slumped heavily on it. She had stopped shaking, but the lingering feeling of fear was still there.

She scolded herself mentally, wondering why she was so afraid of a girl, a seemingly harmless girl. Malia pushed her elbows into her knees and cradled her face in her palms. 

Why was she so afraid?!

The fundraiser, she had seen that face at the fundraiser. But her memory was so foggy. Even now as she tried to remember, she couldn't recall much. She searched her brain for a possible answer, and then it struck her. 

She had seen Pearl's face so close to hers. What was she doing? What were they doing?

Malia groaned in frustration and threw her hands up into the air. She slouched onto the couch and stared ahead. This was hopeless. She wasn't making any progress. And what could she do? Who could she possibly ask for answers? All Grant maintained was that she got drunk and he had to drive them home. 

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