Chapter 33 Not For Anything In This World

Chadwick's POV

The hospital room had been a cage, but the house? The house was a sanctuary.

I sat in my wingback chair in the living room, the scent of expensive floor wax and Sarah’s floral perfume hanging in the air like a veil. My chest still throbbed a dull, rhythmic reminder of the shadow tha...

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