Chapter 67 Sixty Seven

Noah

The café noise faded into a dull roar.

I stared at my mother’s photograph, at the curve of her smile, at the words written in her own hand.

If I’m gone, run.

My fingers trembled as I traced the ink.

“She knew,” I whispered. “She knew he was going to kill her.”

Adrian’s face tightened. ...

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