Chapter 18

DENZEL.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her lips set in a grim line but her stare softened. "I thought I–"

I raised the bag in my hand in the air."I'm here to enjoy some bread, Wren." I cut her off, settling on the dusty floor, beside her.

She chortled softly, her tone carried with gratitude, ...

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