Chapter 149

DANIEL'S POV

I had always thought that grief is quiet.

Soft tears.

Muted sobs.

A bowed head beneath a black umbrella.

But I lied.

Grief is loud.

It clawed through my chest as I walked down the street, my vision blurred by tears I didn't bother wiping away. Faces turned. Strangers slo...

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