Chapter 8 A surprise

WREN’S POV

The hoodie hung loose on my frame, the fabric soft and worn from years of overuse. It was one of the only few I owned, the last bit of comfort I’d clung to through all the chaos of my life. The scent of old laundry detergent still clung faintly to it, grounding me as I slipped out of the...

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