We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 11
"What do you mean, you stole the money?" Domingo flung himself back against the wall, arms outstretched behind him, looking wildly from side to side, as if he expected the police to arrive at any moment. Angela leapt out of bed and ran over to him. "It's all right, Domingo," she cried, throwing her arms around him. "Nobody knows. I found it in my father's chest." Domingo groaned and began to slide slowly down the wall. Angela tried to hold him up, but gave in and sat beside him as he crumpled into a heap on the floor. "I know I shouldn't have just taken it." She squeezed her hands together. "I should have told them, but I was so angry with them." Her voice began to rise. "I was so angry with them for leaving me alone with that...that monster. They knew what she was like. They must have
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
