Chapter 85 IRIS'S VIGIL

POV: Iris Hartwell

Iris folded the gray sweater a third time before it registered that it was Daniel's.

Wool, pilled at the cuffs, one elbow worn thin as lace. It had lived at the bottom of the only box she'd let herself carry out of the old apartment, and an hour ago she had pulled it free for no...

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