Chapter 40

CHAPTER FORTY 

 

ROXANNE 

 

I stared down at the fishes in the fish tank a little too long to realize my fingers were growing numb from gripping the edges tightly and my breaths were ragged. I watch the fishes swim with no care in the world, breathing in and out— surviving, thriving!

 

I was j...

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