Chapter 43The wind whistled, and the wind chimes hanging on a nearby tree rattled as I picked up the newspaper by my front door.
I shivered and stepped back inside. I locked the front door, took off the newspaper slip, and smiled at the headline which was plastered above the photo of a furious Queen Vivian and Sirch: NEWS OF DETENTION CAMPS, SLAVE LABOR, AND MURDER BECOMES PUBLIC.
Getting satisfaction from the negative publicity Queen Vivian and Sirch were receiving didn’t make me feel bad, because they deserved all the bad publicity they got after what happened to my parents. It was also time to shatter people’s false idea that Queen Vivian made life better. They were now seeing it wasn’t true.
Glancing at the rest of the article brought a smile to my face. I walked into the kitchen an
