Chapter 64--- The manipulator

Arielle

While I'm curled up in my couch waiting for the meal mum's making to be ready, the doorbell rings again makes me jump.

Meredith is curled under the blanket like a burrito, half-asleep with one eye cracked open.

“I’ll get it,” I mutter, even though neither of them asked.

When I open t...

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