Chapter 82 Thirty Missed Calls

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Hawney POv

"Hawney? Oh, thank God. My daughter, you are awake."

I turned my head slowly to see my mom, she was sitting in a plastic chair by the bed, her face pale and her eyes rimmed with red.

Her hands, calloused from years of working in the markets of the North, were gripping mine so tigh...

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