Chapter 58 CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: WHAT’S HIS

SHARON’S POV

My son is gone.

My son is gone.

The words repeat in my skull like a curse, like a nightmare refusing to let me wake. My pulse hammers so hard it shakes through my bones. I feel Morris’s hands on my shoulders, warm and steady, but nothing about me is steady right now.

“Sharon,” h...

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