The driver looked at the crack in the rear window. "Mr. Kingston, the car..."

"Never mind that. Was the water splashed on him?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The driver was speechless.

It had always felt like Yale had been holding himself back. He would either explode in silence or do something twisted while still suppressing himself.

Ever since Yale broke through the normal conventions and began to let loose, people rarely understood him.

Olivia observed the buildings in the village. "Ethan, was this place eroded by natural disasters in the past?"

"That's right, young lady. More than 20 years ago, there was a flood in our village. That flood was quite something.

"Our village is poor, and no one could patch things up, so the buildings remain the same as they were 20 years ago."

man walked over to them. "Are you

the other residents of the village. They

the residents of this village admired the others a lot. They wished that

shifted a little. "Did the flood wash a young girl

girl? I can't say for sure. Many people and houses were washed away back

changes in Olivia's

not sure yet. Do

his head.

an unopened box of cigarettes from Ethan's pocket. Ethan turned red in the face. "Liv, I just. I smoke

to the old man. "Sir, please help me. I'm looking for a young woman. She was about seven when

fair, and she has large

something from so long ago. It's not that I don't want to help you,

remember, sir. The young girl lived with her grandmother, and there was no one else in that house. She has a sharp chin,

that sickly child in

Ethan. "The Wright

the last name of Krystal's maternal

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