Chapter 497 Not My Circus

ID Johnson 2.3k words

Aviva

I wake to full sunlight bursting through ceiling height windows, warming the sheets covering a four poster bed. A cool morning breeze drifts through the open windows, ruffling the lace curtains as birdsong floats through the air.

It’s like something out of a dream. I stretch, groaning with delight as...

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