Chapter Twenty-Three: Fractures

Chapter Twenty-Three: Fractures

ABEL DONOVAN

I stormed into the Donovan mansion, slamming the door behind me. Rage. Confusion. A thousand thoughts tangled in my head, all circling back to one name.

Anna.

Anna.

Anna.

“Son!”

My mother rushed into the foyer, eyes wide, phone clutched in her hand. ...

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