Chapter20

Louise Baston 1.3k words

If the way that my mother's mouth had thinned into a tight slash, or the way her nostrils flared like an angry dragon, was anything to go by, there stood a chance that she was not very happy.

She gazed down at my puppy with what could have only been described...

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