The marble of the gravestone was icy to the touch.
However, as Julia leaned on it, a long-missed warmth seeped through her.
The day they carried out the execution, the police had called, inviting her to say one last goodbye to her parents. However, once she was all dressed up and her makeup was done, she looked in the mirror and just could not bring herself to go.
Her parents were about to be executed. What was she supposed to do, wave them off?
The pain was too much. She could not bring herself to leave the house and eventually gave up.
The more she hurt, the more she resented Evangeline.
Why should she have to feel that way? Why was it that her parents faced the ultimate punishment, and yet she was left unscathed? Worse still, she was carrying the baby of the man she adored!
It was so unfair!
Why did Evangeline get all the breaks, while she could not even grasp a shred of happiness?
Her heart seethed with rage.
Julia's fingers gently traced the face of Lydia in the photo.
"Mom, even if we didn't get our final goodbye, I know what you'd want to tell me.
"It's all Evangeline's fault, that traitor. She's the reason you and Dad ended up like this, and I won't let her off easy!"
With those words, a chilling smile cracked across Julia's face.
"Just wait, Mom and Dad. I'll make them pay. I've got it all planned out."
The purge had already kicked off.
Celina was about to be crossed off the list by the Bennison family.
Julia was running low on loyal cronies. Stealing Evangeline away from the Fosters grip was going to be tricky.
However, she was relentless.
This time, she vowed Evangeline would pay with her life.
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