Chapter 56 up

Zea Irawan 890 words

The drizzle still tapped against the glass of the small, shabby apartment window. Rosemary sat on the floor, her back leaning against the mold-stained wall. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale from too much crying. In front of her sat a small wooden box she had always kept safe—the...

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