I Do, I Can, I would, I will.

Ayla

When Monica led me away from Thane’s office, I hoped the short walk would pull me out of my spiral. Instead, hearing Kian’s voice drift through the door made nausea rise in my throat all over again. I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to be sick again. I didn’t stay long. Now I’m back in m...

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