Chapter 147

Elara

Timothy Sanchez was on our living room wall with no shirt on and one hand down the front of his jeans, and Declan stopped in the doorway like the poster had insulted his mother.

"That's Leah's," I said.

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't hang it, I don't listen to him, and I can't name a single song,...

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