Chapter 22 - Uprooting your mother's grave

~Harriet~

"The wedding cannot be held."

I turned my head slowly, catching the look on Kylie’s face–and my God, if heartbreak had a shape, it was her. Eyes wide, lips parted as if she'd forgotten how to breathe. The room was still, like the air itself had frozen in time. Then came the whispers. The...

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