Chapter 13 WHAT WE CARRY ON OUR SKIN

~Jenna~

Janet's smile could have powered a small city.

She was already bouncing on her heels, mouth opening, hands rising — and I held up one finger. She stopped. Blinked. Then pressed her lips together and nodded with the intense focus of someone defusing a bomb, and I couldn't help it. Somethi...

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