Chapter 39 THE GIRL GRIEF CREATED

MARISSA’S POV

PRESENT DAY

One, two, three.

Steady hits on the leather bag.

Sweat is plastered along my body as I bring a leg up and kick the bag so hard it falls right off the chain.

Good.

The floorboard's creek when I make my way past the screen door and follow the pathway carved fr...

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