Chapter 19

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Don’t want it? Pick it up.”

“I want it,” Sophia said, biting her lip.

Her shame was a living thing in her chest.

“Then hurry up and pick it up.”

Sophia lowered her eyes. The clown makeup covered how pale she had gone.

Did she want it? Did she not? What difference did wanti...

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