Chapter 67 Sixty-Seven

• Adnan •

The silence of the terminal settled over us. I stared down at my mother—the woman I had spent six months hating, the woman I had blamed for tearing my life apart—as she wiped at the ruined mascara on her cheeks.

My knuckles unclenched from the strap of my bag.

“Thank you, Mom,” I said s...

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