Chapter 66 Sixty-Six

• Adnan •

She caught my wrist, her fingernails digging through the fabric of my jacket with desperate, frantic force.

“If you walk through those doors, Adnan,” she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut, “you cease being my son. Do you hear me? You walk away today, and I disown you.”

I stopped, lo...

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