Chapter 83 CONVOY

MERRIELYNN.

The tension in the room felt like a heavy blanket draped over my shoulders.

Suffocating.

Thick.

And inescapable. 

I sat at the small kitchen table, my arms crossed over my chest, watching Cormac as he moved around the stove. 

He cooked in silence, the rhythmic sounds of bacon sizzli...

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