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    “Lowell! Help!” she cried, her voice a torrent of anguish. “Tell them it was an ident—I never meant for this to happen! Get me out of this wretched ce—I can’t stand it here!”


    Her sobs painted her as the wounded party, a portrait of woe.


    Lowell gently disentangled himself from her grasping hands. Fixing her with an impassive gaze, he spoke in measured tones, “Dolores, you’re no longer a child. Stop acting like one, begging for my rescue. When you’ve erred, it’s time to own up to it.”


    Dolores’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you saying?” she snapped, her voice sharp with defiance. “Are you suggesting I should confess to something I didn’t intend? I told you—I didn’t mean to strike them with the car! It was an ident!”


    Lowell’s response was cool and cutting. “Do you honestly think anyone will buy that story?”


    “Why wouldn’t they believe me?” Dolores shot back, her temper ring like a storm on the horizon.


    “You lingered near Jayden’s vi for a full hour,” Lowell said, his voice steady but heavy with usation. “Then, the moment you saw Tracy and Shaun step outside, you gunned the engine and plowed right into them.” He drew a ragged breath before pressing on. “Was your hatred for her so consuming? She was carrying my child! Do you grasp that? You snuffed out my baby’s life!”


    Dolores stood rooted to the spot, stunned into silence. She hadn’t considered the baby—not truly.


    Her sole desire was to keep Tracy from marrying into her family. The loss of Tracy’s unborn child was never her intention. All she had craved, with a fierce and single-minded yearning, was Tracy’s demise. And yet, while Tracy clung to survival, the child she bore did not.


    Lowell exhaled deeply, steeling himself. “I’ve spoken with Shaun’s parents. Whatever sentence the court hands down, you’ll face it in full. I won’t pull strings to shield you.”


    Dolores blinked, emerging from her daze as if waking from a nightmare. “I’m your sister,” she said, her voice trembling with shock. “And this is how you treat me? You’d let me rot in prison?”


    Lowell leaned in slightly, his tone resolute. “Exactly. You’re my sister, and that’s precisely why you need to face the music. Our parents coddled you for too long. Now, you’ll serve your time—everyst second of it. No one ising to your rescue.”


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    “Are you out of your mind?” Dolores demanded, incredulitycing her words. “I’m your family. This is how you repay family?”


    Lowell inhaled sharply, his patience fraying but his resolve unshaken. “It’s because you’re family that we can’t watch you spiral further into ruin. Dolores, use this time behind bars to look in the mirror and reckon with what you’ve done.”


    With that, he turned on his heel and strode toward the door.


    Dolores’s panic surged, her pleas tumbling out in a frantic cascade.


    “Don’t leave me, Lowell! Please, help me! I’m your sister!”


    But her cries fell on deaf ears. Lowell didn’t so much as nce back. Outside, he slid into his car, the weight of the day settling over him like a shroud. He pressed a cigarette to his lips, and as the first tear traced a path down his cheek, a flood followed.


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