Chapter 34 UNDER THE TABLE.

DANTE

Marcus. Here. In this house.

I wanted to shut the door and lock it, keeping him on the other side where he belonged. Out of my sight. Out of Cinnamon’s life. Out of the fragile peace we’d built.

"It's freezing out here." Mrs. Hartley rubbed her arms, breath clouding in the December air. "Can w...

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