Chapter 13 The Financial Aid Office

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V

Slender, fit, and blonde, he slows down when he approaches the bench I’m on. My head tilts back a little as I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t recognize him at all. He towers and stares down at me; his lips break into a smirk. And with an amused scoff, he says, “You’r...

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