Chapter 83 Confronting Kenny

Fiamara's POV

“Ama,” Marek whispered as he joined me in the cold bed. I was laying down on my side, my ribs hurting from crying too much.

Or maybe, that as just the feeling of rejection stabbing me again.

“Are you good?” He whispered, stroking my hair. 

“No, Marek,” I sighed. “I am not.”

“I'm s...

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