Yara Jenkins had arranged to meet Juniper downstairs at the motel.
Yara had always been fiercely protective and fiery-tempered. The moment she saw Juniper, she figuratively rolled up her sleeves. "I've never liked your sister-in-law. They used to make you do all the chores while your parents spoiled her, and your brother acted like he'd married some kind of goddess."
Juniper walked toward the entrance. "I just need to find out if she had anything to do with what happened to Brooks."
Growing up, their parents always catered to Nadine, but they would endlessly complain to Juniper about it behind her back.
They griped about Nadine spending too much, doing absolutely nothing, and being lazy while other daughters-in-law helped around the house.
Yet, to Nadine's face, they never said a word.
They poured all their bitter complaints onto Juniper, and it always ended with the same guilt trip: "You have to work hard, study well, and make something of yourself so people won't look down on us. You're the only one we can rely on."
Juniper hadn't understood it back then, but as she grew older, she realized the truth—they only dumped their emotional baggage on their daughter, while reserving all their financial support for their son.
Most parents in the village were like that, which was why Mrs. Lucille used to comfort her by saying, "Yeah, wasn't everyone raised like this?"
Yeah, wasn't everyone raised like this?
But she had gone to college. She refused to settle, and because she craved love so deeply, the slightest crumb of kindness made her want to repay it tenfold.
Beatrice had already left the motel, leaving Nadine alone in the room.
Nadine was holding her phone, obsessively counting the hundreds of thousands of dollars in her bank balance. A blissful smile plastered on her face, she prepared to lie down.
A knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was room service, she opened it.
The moment the door swung wide, she was met with Juniper and Yara.
Yara didn't hesitate; she lunged forward to snatch Nadine's phone.
Nadine's face drained of color. In a panic, she hurled the phone against the wall.

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