Chapter 85

WREN.

A huge lump clogged my throat as the self-deprecating words rolled out of my mouth. I started picking on my cuticles nervously, avoiding Denzel's curious gaze.

"Wren–"

"It's just that, Denzel."I cut in, shaking my head."It was pathetic and it felt like I was mourning his loss."I lied, grinding...

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