Camilia Davis staggered to her feet.
The hall was suffocatingly silent; every person's breathing could be heard.
The identification paper Mia Ginger had taken out was still lying on the table, a thin sheet of paper, yet it seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even Grandpa Jackson couldn't fully comprehend it.
Her words were more like a resounding slap.
A slap across Zane Jackson and Lydia Williams' faces, a slap across Aiden Jiang and Charlotte Chester's faces, a slap across Zoey Leaf and Little Patten's faces, making everyone feel the pain.
Face lost, at a loss for words.
Mia Ginger said nothing more, supporting Camilia Davis as they walked out.
Both were very thin, Mia slightly taller, bending slightly to accommodate Camilia's pace, silent yet resolute.
As if using her slender shoulders to support her mother, whose days were numbered.
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