Chapter Forty No memory

Rosie Meachem 711 words

Miller’s POV

I was free of her shit.

She was welcome to Daniel, and he was more than welcome to her.

“I never meant a damn thing to you, did I?” Mora was standing in front of me eyes blazing and hands on her hips.

I allowed myself to look straight back at her.

Nothing.

I...

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