Impossible

Amval

I unfasten a buckle, working quietly alongside Mesut. He doesn’t even look at me, but I know now that he notices. I should have realized all along.

“Sash?” Ingrid yells.

I jerk back.

“Your girl?” Mesut asks with a sly smile.

I shake my head, praying he didn’t recognize her voice. That no ...

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