Trenton Smith wrapped his arms around her shoulders and took her to the central garden of the neighborhood. Elias had taken Guoguo to swing, and Trenton sat with her on a bench, letting her rest against his shoulder.
He looked down at Norris Moore's slightly furrowed brow with deep-set eyes and asked, "Are you still troubled by Abigail Moore's affairs?"
Norris Moore nodded, lowering her head to look at her own fingers, her voice very light: "You might think, with Abigail becoming like this, why I still can't stop thinking about her. But I grew up with her from a young age; I've seen her at her best. I know what a good person she would have turned out to be if she had grown up properly... It was me who ruined her, we ruined her. If back then..." A flash of pain crossed her eyes, her voice growing heavier, "She wouldn't be like this."
