Ava: After killing Justice
It goes on to say she’s a resident of the elite Circle so I backtrack, wondering why they’d state that in the registry, but then I notice the familiar colours of the national news station and almost let go of the device. Justice’s story has made national news and to escalate it further, the police are going to treat it as a murder investigation. All talks of runaway Justice are going to cease now, and so my time to find out who’s behind this has dwindled.
The sound of mum reprimanding my sister bleeds out of the room and there’s only me and the nightmarish news staring back at me. Wordlessly, I place it on the counter with a loud thud, which is unintentional, but Asia springs at me and snatches it away.
“My God. I know you’re upset about the news but no need to break my iPad.”
“Oh honey,” Mum says and rounds the kitchen island to read it too. “Poor Justice. I can’t
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