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Chapter 239 Family Confessions 

She caught George skulking toward her door, clearly planning to follow her inside. 

She shut it in his face without hesitation. 

“Stay out of a girl’s room.” 

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The door slammed. George let out a startled “ah” and pawed at the handle. “After everything that happened tonight, you really don’t need me to comfort you? Maya? Mayaaa…” 

The plaintive wailing on the other side sounded exactly like a cat locked out in the cold. 

There was a brief silence. 

The others couldn’t help covering their eyes. 

Nobody at this base was particularly close to George. 

Someone who walked around smiling all day seemed approachable, but in truth, nobody could ever figure him out. 

When a colleague died, everyone else was at least a little shaken-everyone had some flicker of empathy. 

George was the only one who could smile that same smile and ask if anyone wanted lunch. 

Fine as a coworker. But anything closer than that? Absolutely not. 

His indifference to human emotion simply wasn’t normal. 

After being shut out, George still refused to leave. 

He sat down right there, cross-legged by her door, head bowed over his phone. 

Inside her room, Maya replayed the night’s events and decided her first order of business was to call the family. 

She grabbed her phone and carefully typed out a message to Raymond. “I killed someone.” 

She stared at the screen for three seconds, debating whether to add an emoji to soften the tone. In the end, she gritted her teeth and hit send. 

Raymond’s reply was instantaneous. 

“Do you need me to help with the bodies?” 

Maya sent back a voice message, keeping her voice low. “No, George will handle it. Dad, don’t you have anything you want to say to me?” 

Raymond fired back with peak dad energy. 

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“Great job, Maya! (thumbs up)(thumbs up)(thumbs up)” 

Maya stared at the three thumbs-up, unable to determine if he was genuinely proud or just being lazy. 

Then another message popped up out of nowhere. 

“Your brother is a dead man.” 

Murderously casual. 

Maya blinked. 

How had he guessed George was involved? She hadn’t even said anything. 

She looked back at her own message. Four words. There was basically zero detail. 

Raymond could be terrifyingly sharp about certain things. 

Maya thought for a moment, then called Wendy. 

She hung her head, her small voice going soft. “Mommy.” 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Wendy sounded cheerful. “Homesick?” 

“No.” 

Maya hemmed and hawed, fingers unconsciously twisting the jacket’s zipper pull. “I… I killed someone.” 

A beat of silence. 

Then, her mother’s voice shot up several octaves. 

“What did you just say?!” 

In Wendy’s world, Maya was a sweet, well-behaved child. Killing someone was unfathomable. 

Her daughter could barely handle killing a chicken! 

“Is today April Fools’ Day?” Wendy instinctively checked the calendar. 

Maya replied, “I’m not joking, Mom.” 

Wendy took a deep breath, composed herself, and-once she realized her daughter wasn’t messing around -lowered her voice. “Are you scared?” 

Maya put on a brave front. “Nope.” 

“That’s my girl!” Wendy pivoted instantly to parental pride. 

“Did you take a photo at the scene? What’s today’s date? I absolutely have to write this down. This is a day worth commemorating.” 

Maya was speechless. 

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Mom and Dad are clinically identical in their level of unhinged. 

Next, Maya scrolled through her contacts, wondering who else to call. She dialed the busiest member of the family first. 

Judging by Raymond and Wendy’s reactions, neither had been particularly shocked. 

So, how would Toby react? 

This call took forever to connect. 

The background noise was chaotic-people arguing, papers rustling, chairs scraping. 

Maya kept it flat. “I killed someone.” 

A long silence followed. 

Long enough for Maya to start wondering if she’d misjudged Toby entirely. Maybe he wasn’t a morally deficient menace after all. Maybe he was secretly a good person with a strong sense of justice, and the silence meant he was deeply disappointed in her. 

After a while. 

Toby’s voice came through, very quiet. “You’re not joking?” 

Maya said, “Why does everyone assume I’m joking?” 

“You’re really not joking?” Toby fought to keep his voice level. “Because of whom?” 

He paused. 

He figured it out almost instantly. 

Toby quickly corrected course. “Forget it. I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me.” 

Then he launched into a blistering tirade against George. 

“Stop yelling at George. Aren’t you going to praise me?” Maya’s back straightened with a flicker of barely contained pride. “I was in position by 2.30 a.m., and I didn’t miss a single shot. George even called me a sharpshooter.” 

Silence on the other end. 

Then an explosion. 

“Two-thirty in the morning?!” 

He was gripping the phone so hard she could practically hear it creak. She could imagine the vein in his temple throbbing. “You are a little girl, Maya. Do you even realize you’re a little girl? Sneaking out in the middle of the night? Have you lost your mind?” 

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