Chapter 8
In the courtyard of the Johnson Mansion, the century-old cherry tree swayed its bare branches in the autumn wind.
A familiar, dull ache had settled in my stomach, but by now, I was used to it. Michael's footsteps came to a halt behind me. I felt him approach, wanting to sit beside me, but I shifted ...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
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