Chapter 195 Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Five

LENA’S POV

“Who…” I trailed off.

The heavy tension in the hallway still hung between Jason and I like a live wire when the sound of shuffling footsteps broke the silence.

Martin appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with small fists and yawning wide. His Thomas-themed pyjama shirt was rumple...

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