Chapter 163 My Angel | 056

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The room smells like blood and antiseptic. It clings to the back of my throat, making my stomach hurt. I sit on the couch opposite my father, my elbow on the arm rest, my cheek on my palm. Val is crouched beside him, his gloves a bright red.

It's not working. I can tell without even asking. ...

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