Chapter 19 The Present at the Grave

IRIS POV

I don't sleep.

At 3 AM, I sit in my apartment staring at photos of my mother. Looking for clues I missed as a nine-year-old.

My phone rings. Unknown number.

"What do you want?"

"Can't sleep either?" The Student's voice is calm. "The person who killed your mother is someone you trust. S...

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