Chapter 11 Hearing His Pathetic Alleyway Excuses

The tires hissed against the wet pavement. The black town car idled a few feet from where I sat on the damp concrete. Rain began to fall, fine and freezing, cutting through the thin silk of my shawl.

The rear passenger door clicked open.

Polished leather shoes stepped onto the asphalt. A tall figu...

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