Chapter ninety three

Alora's pov

"Oh, my poor baby, I’m so sorry,"

Macko's voice cut sharply across the room, startling me from my thoughts.

He walked to me, placing the shopping bag down, and pulled me into a firm hug.

"Are you okay?" he asked, letting go as I lowered my legs from the couch.

"Yeah," I sniffed.

"You k...

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