Chapter 148 CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK.

CASEY.

She had cut her hair short and dyed it black. Her face was thin and pale. She wore a long dark coat and boots. But her eyes were the same, bright and hateful. She crossed the room slowly, looking me over from head to toe.

"Hello, Casey," she said.

"Please," I said, my voice trembling. I tried...

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