Chapter 47 YOU TOOK OUR CHILD FROM ME

MARISSA’S POV

PRESENT DAY

The room felt unbearably quiet.

Dylan stood on the other side of the kitchen, staring at me like he was waiting for me to say something.

Anything.

But there were too many words trapped inside my throat.

Too many memories.

Too much pain.

Five months ago, I had be...

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