Once he found that little brat, he was definitely gonna fess up-tell her straight that he threw away the jacket. Yeah, the one Lillian had touched.
At that very moment, Leslie was perched up on a phoenix tree.
The tree was super leafy and pretty tall-had to be about three meters high.
She sat there, legs swinging slightly, that fair skin peeking out, eyes hazy with thought.
She stared off into the scattered lights in the distance.
All those homes glowing away... but which one was hers?
Wherever Broderick was, maybe that counted as home?
She pulled that whole dramatic stunt today-now she wasn't even sure how Broderick saw her.
Ever since her rebirth, she'd basically been relying on the fact that he'd once loved her to death. And she hadn't held back at all.
But
