Chapter 84 Family Is Gone

The heavy gray rock slips from my fingers. It hits the burlap sack. The sound is a dull thud. It echoes in the deep concrete vault.

I stare at my hands. Wet earth and grime coat my skin. It is the dirt of a fake grave. The dirt of a fifteen-year lie.

I do not scream. The pain is too massive for a ...

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