Chapter 18

Mary Solomom 1.8k words

Andrew sat on a park bench with a bottle whisky in his hands. The air was cold and the sun had already retired for the day.

He took a swing from the bottle; hot tears falling down his eyes.

He had always had hunch that Amelia was scared of him, with the...

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