CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR : DEAD

First it was a drop of tears which stained the note.

I looked at it with glassy eyes barely seeing the words any more.

My hands shook.

It trembled so hard that I dropped the note to the floor.

I could feel my chest closing in.

My heart, or was it my lungs, it twisted hard.

It was so painful th...

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