His Bond Was a Cage
I sat in the dirt in my mother's root cellar and touched my arm where his hand had been, and I did not cry. I have done enough crying in that house to fill this cellar.
I put another five dollars in the jar.
End of Chapter 3
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveI sat in the dirt in my mother's root cellar and touched my arm where his hand had been, and I did not cry. I have done enough crying in that house to fill this cellar.
I put another five dollars in the jar.
End of Chapter 3
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