Damiem Shaw
I stare at the name, the bile rising in my throat. Imogene has been meeting my father behind my back? My father, who walked out on me and my mom when I was barely old enough to remember his face? The man who left us to pick up the...
Damiem Shaw
I stare at the name, the bile rising in my throat. Imogene has been meeting my father behind my back? My father, who walked out on me and my mom when I was barely old enough to remember his face? The man who left us to pick up the...