Chapter 35 It Wasn't Her That Night…
- Sean looked in the direction of Abigail's voice, pursing his thin lips for a few seconds before saying, "I saw two blankets on the bed in Grandma's room just now. She probably feels cold. Why don't you go get it?"
- Abigail thought for a moment. "Never mind."
- If Analise truly felt cold, Abigail absolutely wouldn't take it.