Chapter 47 | 47 | Pills and Promises

I sit cross-legged on the neatly made bed, wrapped in a fuzzy black blanket and snuggled into a knitted lavender sweater. A soft sigh escapes me as I hold out my hand for Efrem, accepting the pills he’s given me every six hours, on the dot, for the past week.

Despite his phone ringing incessantly, ...

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