FreeNovelArabella’s eyes lingered with disbelief, the message from Aunt Beverly had passed on was...
She could hardly believe it.
That was impossible?!
How could it be them?
“Could you read those poems foror buya book of poetry?” Tears welled up in Beverly's eyes, her voice quivering like a
fragile crystal in the quiet room.
“Are those poems fascinating as Auntie says?”
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“When you read it, Arabella, you'll be blown away. It's even more stunning than you could imagine,” Beverly added, “It's worth
reading, | promise.”
“Alright,” Arabella nodded, “Romeo and | will definitely read it. If it's as stunning as you claim, I'll cback and talk about the
poem and poets with you.”
“I'll hold you to that,” Beverly couldn't help but remind her. “Stay safe.”
Arabella knew her aunt was worried about her safety. With a nod of understanding, Arabella reassured her, “Don’t worry, Auntie.”
“Until next time.”
“Goodbye.” Arabella stood up and walked out.
Watching Arabella’s departing figure, tears suddenly fell from Beverly's eyes like rain.
Her niece was too smart. too sharp, indeed.
As soon as Arabella stepped out of the detention center, she immediately dialed Stewart's number.
Stewart was midway through a mouthful of pastries, speaking through a muffled voice, “Hello, Ms. Bella.”
“Before Sam passed, he pointed outside. Had he seen a book of poetry written by Thomas??” Arabella cut to the chase.
“Book of poetry??” Stewart swallowed his food with effort, racking his brain, “I don’t think so. Oh, wait, | just remember that before
he died, we had walked through a bookstore, of course there are collections of poems. Holy smokes, Ms. Bella, you got skind
of sixth sense? How did you know that?”
Arabella didn’t linger on the phone. She hung up and called Romeo, who picked up shortly after.
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“Have you boarded the plane yet?” she asked straight up.
Romeo, about to board, smiled at her voice, “Missing me? I'm coming back early tomorrow morning, and we can have breakfast
together before school.”
“Romeo, there's something | need to tell you,” Arabella’s voice was heavy with gravity. “The real people behind things are your
uncle and aunt.”
Romeo's smile froze.
Arabella relayed the clues she had gathered.
Beverly had mentioned two brilliant poets, Thomas Gray and John Donne. Thomas must refer to Tomas McMillian. When she
mentioned John Donne, she intentionally made a mistake, saying Donna, so she wanted to say it's Donna McMillian.
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