---- So this... this was what it felt like-to be cast aside, loathed, and abandoned by the the entire pack who were supposed to love you. But he had earned it. He deserved this. But Nadia didn't. She had done nothing wrong. And yet she was the one slandered, the one betrayed. She was the one who died. Tears spilled freely down his cheeks. His mother rushed to comfort him. "Don't cry, pup. I still have shares-I'll give them to you." His father snapped, "You're the reapup he turned out this way! Always spoiling him!" "Tf you help him now, you can leave with him. Both of you-get out!" He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. ---- Gary looked at his mother and said quietly, ''I'm tired, Mom. Please... just let me rest." She hesitated, then stepped out of the room, looking back one last time. As the door clicked shut behind her- Aloud crash echoed. Voices screamed in the corridor: "patient jumped!" His mother spun back toward the room. The bed was empty. She ran to the window and looked down. Gary lay on the cold, hard ground, motionless. The news of Gary's death came as Mr. Black was bringing Jane home. She walked in to find Mrs. Black waiting in the kitchen, smiling warmly. "You're home, Jane? I made your favorite-pigeon soup. Come have a bowl." ---- Jane faltered. "Mom... you're not mad at me? I didn't mean to hide anything. I just didn't want you to be sad about what happened to sister..." Mrs. Black shook her head gently. "There's no need to explain. Your sister's death was fate." "From now on, you're our only daughter. You must take good care of your health, understand?" Relief washed over Jane. Of course. Even with Nadia gone, she remained their favorite. Smiling, she lifted the bowl and drank. Then glanced around casually. "Where's Karen?" Mrs. Black answered lightly, "Oh, her? I had her committed to a psychiatric ward." "She kept saying your sister visits her every night, asking for revenge." Jane's hand trembled. The spoon clattered against the