Chapter 63: Remembering

Chase’s P.O.V

My mouth feels dry like I chewed on cotton.

Ugh…

Then it hits me.

Not the headache. Not the smell.

Memories.

Flooding in like a storm surge I never asked for.

My mother. Her voice. That tense conversation I wasn’t supposed to hear. Whispers of her upcoming "turn" into somethin...

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