The last time I heard news about the Gilmore family, it was on a financial report.
Gilmore Group officially went bankrupt; its capital chain collapsed. Nelson and Lorraine sold off every property they owned and still ended up drowning in debt.
A tabloid ran a blurry photo of Krystal looking lost and dazed in some cheap rental apartment. The headline read, "Former Rich Girl Hits Rock Bottom."
Logan placed the paper on my desk. I glanced at it for one second—then pushed it aside.
"Need me to follow up on this?" he asked.
"No." I kept reading through the file in my hand. "They've got nothing to do with me anymore."
And I meant it.
That family—the one that once made me want to die, the faces that haunted my nightmares night after night—had finally faded into something distant, blurry, a
