Chapter 148 Goodbye Joey

• The gate swung open, and I stepped inside. Paul and Lorraine were outside, caught in a heated exchange as she pleaded with him to recall their happier days together. I had no intention of speaking to Paul at that moment.
• Ironically, I found myself staying in the same room I was in when I first arrived in Kisqui, the week we buried Lara. Kisqui seemed like an ominous place for me. Paul attempted to enter, but the door was firmly locked. "Regina, open the door," he demanded.
• I was in the bathroom, taking a shower, oblivious to his shouts and pleas. The sound of bullets suddenly filled the air, grabbing my attention. The bathroom door burst open, and Paul rushed in, gun in hand, only to find me wrapping a towel around myself.