Chapter 114

LIVIA'S point of view

The shape seemed to be at home in the shadows under the trees.

Then, the light fell on her face.

No.

No.

I could no longer stand on my knees. I fell so hard that the dirt scraped my hands. I was unable to breathe.

She was meant to have died.

Gone.

Buried.

She looked like she ha...

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