Cecilia Adler waited all night for Qin Jin to come out and pick someone up. She waited until it started raining and all the lights in the main house had gone out, but Qin Jin never appeared. She said, "He's quite obedient. Dad told him not to go, and he's really not going."
Her husband couldn't escape responsibility for Christal Russell ending up this way.
My grandma used to say that a husband and wife eventually become the same kind of person.
She was right.
No, that's not right.
'Ian has a mental illness, but I don't.'
'What exactly *is* mental illness?'
'Why does everyone mind so much? Why do their faces fall at the very mention of it?'
Ian Quincy said, "If it were me, I'd come get you even if it were raining knives."
Cecilia Adler smiled knowingly. "And that won't change for a hundred years? My grandma used to say you can't trust a man's word. She and my mom... they were both fooled by men. You can't fool me, okay?"
