His Family Says I Killed Their Son
Behind her, Simon smiled at me from his photograph. Navy sweater. That stupid kind face.
My eyes burned. I held them open.
If I cried, they would call it a confession.
End of Chapter 1
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveBehind her, Simon smiled at me from his photograph. Navy sweater. That stupid kind face.
My eyes burned. I held them open.
If I cried, they would call it a confession.
End of Chapter 1
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